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PART THREE CHAPTER 27<br />

“Oh, rent!” Levin cried with horror. “Rent there may be in Europe, where land has<br />

been improved by the labor put into it, but with us all the land is deteriorating from<br />

the labor put into it–in other words they’re working it out; so there’s no question of<br />

rent.”<br />

“How no rent? It’s a law.”<br />

“Then we’re outside the law; rent explains nothing for us, but simply muddles us.<br />

No, tell me how there can be a theory of rent?...”<br />

“Will you have some junket? Masha, pass us some junket or raspberries.” He<br />

turned to his wife. “Extraordinarily late the raspberries are lasting this year.”<br />

And in the happiest frame of mind Sviazhsky got up and walked off, apparently<br />

supposing the conversation to have ended at the very point when to Levin it seemed<br />

that it was only just beginning.<br />

Having lost his antagonist, Levin continued the conversation with the graywhiskered<br />

landowner, trying to prove to him that all the difficulty arises from the fact<br />

that we don’t find out the peculiarities and habits of our laborer; but the landowner,<br />

like all men who think independently and in isolation, was slow in taking in any<br />

other person’s idea, and particularly partial to his own. He stuck to it that the Russian<br />

peasant is a swine and likes swinishness, and that to get him out of his swinishness<br />

one must have authority, and there is none; one must have the stick, and we<br />

have become so liberal that we have all of a sudden replaced the stick that served us<br />

for a thousand years by lawyers and model prisons, where the worthless, stinking<br />

peasant is fed on good soup and has a fixed allowance of cubic feet of air.<br />

“What makes you think,” said Levin, trying to get back to the question, “that it’s<br />

impossible to find some relation to the laborer in which the labor would become<br />

productive?”<br />

“That never could be so with the Russian peasantry; we’ve no power over them,”<br />

answered the landowner.<br />

“How can new conditions be found?” said Sviazhsky. Having eaten some junket<br />

and lighted a cigarette, he came back to the discussion. “All possible relations to<br />

the labor force have been defined and studied,” he said. “The relic of barbarism,<br />

the primitive commune with each guarantee for all, will disappear of itself; serfdom<br />

has been abolished–there remains nothing but free labor, and its forms are fixed and<br />

ready made, and must be adopted. Permanent hands, day-laborers, rammers–you<br />

can’t get out of those forms.”<br />

“But Europe is dissatisfied with these forms.”<br />

“Dissatisfied, and seeking new ones. And will find them, in all probability.”<br />

“That’s just what I was meaning,” answered Levin. “Why shouldn’t we seek them<br />

for ourselves?”<br />

“Because it would be just like inventing afresh the means for constructing railways.<br />

They are ready, invented.”<br />

“But if they don’t do for us, if they’re stupid?” said Levin.<br />

And again he detected the expression of alarm in the eyes of Sviazhsky.<br />

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