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Dymov leaned his cheek on his hand and softly hummed some plaintive song. Konstantin smiled drowsily and chimed in with a thin voice. They sang for half a minute, then sank into silence. Emelyan started, jerked his elbows and wriggled his fingers. "Lads," he said in an imploring voice, "let's sing something sacred!" Tears came into his eyes.
In spite of all Levin's efforts to soothe his brother afterwards, Nikolay would listen to nothing he said, declaring that it was better to part, and Konstantin saw that it simply was that life was unbearable to him. Nikolay was just getting ready to go, when Konstantin went in to him again and begged him, rather unnaturally, to forgive him if he had hurt his feelings in any way.
And with the inability to express himself, the incoherence that Konstantin knew so well, he began, with another look round at everyone, to tell his brother Kritsky's story: how he had been expelled from the university for starting a benefit society for the poor students and Sunday schools; and how he had afterwards been a teacher in a peasant school, and how he had been driven out of that too, and had afterwards been condemned for something.
Tell me what you're doing," he went on, greedily munching a piece of bread, and pouring out another glassful. "How are you living?" "I live alone in the country, as I used to. I'm busy looking after the land," answered Konstantin, watching with horror the greediness with which his brother ate and drank, and trying to conceal that he noticed it. "Why don't you get married?"
To Sergey Ivanovitch the country was particularly good, because there it was possible and fitting to do nothing. Moreover, Sergey Ivanovitch's attitude to the peasants rather piqued Konstantin.
"And so we're founding a locksmiths' association, where all the production and profit and the chief instruments of production will be in common." "Where is the association to be?" asked Konstantin Levin. "In the village of Vozdrem, Kazan government." "But why in a village? In the villages, I think, there is plenty of work as it is. Why a locksmiths' association in a village?" "Why?
'What do you want with cornflowers? to make a wreath? replied the girl; 'come now, go along then. 'Stop a minute, my pretty little dear, Konstantin Diomiditch was beginning. 'There now, go along, the girl interrupted him, 'there are the young gentlemen coming. Konstantin Diomiditch looked round.
"Lads," he repeated, pressing his hands on his heart, "let's sing something sacred!" "I don't know anything," said Konstantin. Everyone refused, then Emelyan sang alone. He waved both arms, nodded his head, opened his mouth, but nothing came from his throat but a discordant gasp.
"But how will you do about dining with them? To send you a bottle of Lafitte and roast turkey out there would be a little awkward." "No, I'll simply come home at the time of their noonday rest." Next morning Konstantin Levin got up earlier than usual, but he was detained giving directions on the farm, and when he reached the mowing grass the mowers were already at their second row.
Isn't it true there's something good and sweet in her?" "Were you never before in Moscow?" Konstantin said to her, for the sake of saying something. "Only you mustn't be polite and stiff with her. It frightens her. No one ever spoke to her so but the justices of the peace who tried her for trying to get out of a house of ill-fame. Mercy on us, the senselessness in the world!" he cried suddenly.
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