"Have you been sowing wheat long?" "Why, sir, it was you taught us the year before last. You gave me two measures. We sold about eight bushels and sowed a rood." "Well, mind you crumble up the clods," said Levin, going towards his horse, "and keep an eye on Mishka. And if there's a good crop you shall have half a rouble for every acre." "Humbly
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