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PART SIX CHAPTER 29
“Then why do you do it, if it’s a clear loss?”
“Oh, well, one does it! What would you have? It’s habit, and one knows it’s how
it should be. And what’s more,” the landowner went on, leaning his elbows on the
window and chatting on, “my son, I must tell you, has no taste for it. There’s no
doubt he’ll be a scientific man. So there’ll be no one to keep it up. And yet one does
it. Here this year I’ve planted an orchard.”
“Yes, yes,” said Levin, “that’s perfectly true. I always feel there’s no real balance
of gain in my work on the land, and yet one does it.... It’s a sort of duty one feels to
the land.”
“But I tell you what,” the landowner pursued; “a neighbor of mine, a merchant,
was at my place. We walked about the fields and the garden. ‘No,’ said he, ‘Stepan
Vassilievitch, everything’s well looked after, but your garden’s neglected.’ But, as
a fact, it’s well kept up. ‘To my thinking, I’d cut down that lime-tree. Here you’ve
thousands of limes, and each would make two good bundles of bark. And nowadays
that bark’s worth something. I’d cut down the lot.”’
“And with what he made he’d increase his stock, or buy some land for a trifle, and
let it out in lots to the peasants,” Levin added, smiling. He had evidently more than
once come across those commercial calculations. “And he’d make his fortune. But
you and I must thank God if we keep what we’ve got and leave it to our children.”
“You’re married, I’ve heard?” said the landowner.
“Yes,” Levin answered, with proud satisfaction. “Yes, it’s rather strange,” he went
on. “So we live without making anything, as though we were ancient vestals set to
keep in a fire.”
The landowner chuckled under his white mustaches.
“There are some among us, too, like our friend Nikolay Ivanovitch, or Count Vronsky,
that’s settled here lately, who try to carry on their husbandry as though it were
a factory; but so far it leads to nothing but making away with capital on it.”
“But why is it we don’t do like the merchants? Why don’t we cut down our parks
for timber?” said Levin, returning to a thought that had struck him.
“Why, as you said, to keep the fire in. Besides that’s not work for a nobleman.
And our work as noblemen isn’t done here at the elections, but yonder, each in our
corner. There’s a class instinct, too, of what one ought and oughtn’t to do. There’s
the peasants, too, I wonder at them sometimes; any good peasant tries to take all
the land he can. However bad the land is, he’ll work it. Without a return too. At a
simple loss.”
“Just as we do,” said Levin. “Very, very glad to have met you,” he added, seeing
Sviazhsky approaching him.
“And here we’ve met for the first time since we met at your place,” said the
landowner to Sviazhsky, “and we’ve had a good talk too.”
“Well, have you been attacking the new order of things?” said Sviazhsky with a
smile.
“That we’re bound to do.”
“You’ve relieved your feelings?”
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