When Levin and Stepan Arkadyevich reached the peasant's hut where Levin always used to stay, Veslovsky was already there. He was sitting in the middle of the hut, clinging with both hands to the bench from which he was being pulled by a soldier, the brother of the peasant's wife, who was helping him off with his miry boots. Veslovsky was laughing his infectious, good-humored laugh. .cartier love bracelet replica.
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After wavering among reminiscences and anecdotes of guns, of dogs, and of former shooting parties, the conversation rested on a topic that interested all of them. After Vassenka had several times over expressed his appreciation of this delightful sleeping place among the fragrant hay, this delightful broken telega (he supposed it to be broken because the shafts had been taken out), of the good nature of the peasants who had treated him to vodka, of the dogs who lay at the feet of their respective masters, Oblonsky began telling them of a delightful shooting party at Malthus's where he had stayed the previous summer. Malthus was a well-known capitalist, who had made his money by speculation in railway shares. Stepan Arkadyevich described what snipe moors this Malthus had taken on lease in the Tver province, and how they were preserved, and of the carriages and dogcarts in which the shooting party had been driven, and the luncheon pavilion that had been rigged up at the marsh. .Giuseppe Zanotti replica.
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`Of course it's work. Work in this sense, that if it were not for him and others like him, there would have been no railways.' .hermes bracelet replica.
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`Making profit by dishonest means, by trickery,' said Levin, conscious that he could not draw a distinct line between honesty and dishonesty. `Such as banking, for instance,' he went on. `It's an evil - the amassing of huge fortunes without labor, just the same thing as with the tax farmers - it's only the form that's changed. Le roi est mort, vive le roi! No sooner were the tax farmers abolished than the railways came up, and banking companies; that, too, is profit without work.' .cheap ball gowns.
`Yes, that may all be very true and clever.... Lie down, Krak!' Stepan Arkadyevich called to his dog, who was scratching and turning over all the hay. He was obviously convinced of the correctness of his position, and so talked serenely and without haste. `But you have not drawn the line between honest and dishonest work. That I receive a bigger salary than my chief clerk, though he knows more about the work than I do - that's dishonest, I suppose?'
`I can't say.'
`Well, but I can tell you: your receiving some five thousand, let's say, for your work on the land, while our host, the peasant here, however hard he works, can never get more than fifty roubles, is just as dishonest as my earning more than my chief clerk, and Malthus getting more than a railway expert. No, quite the contrary; I see that society takes up a sort of antagonistic attitude to these people, which is utterly baseless, and I fancy there's envy at the bottom of it....'
`No, that's unfair,' said Veslovsky; `how could envy come in? There is something unclean about that sort of business.'
`You say,' Levin went on, `that it's unjust for me to receive five thousand, while the peasant has fifty roubles; that's true. It is unfair, and I feel it, but...'
`It really is. Why is it we spend our time riding, drinking, shooting, doing nothing while they are forever at work?' said Vassenka Veslovsky, obviously for the first time in his life reflecting on the question, and consequently considering it with perfect sincerity.
`Yes, you feel it, but you don't give him your property,' said Stepan Arkadyevich, intentionally, as it seemed, provoking Levin.
There had arisen of late something like a secret antagonism between the two brothers-in-law; as though, since they had married sisters, a kind of rivalry had sprung up between them as to which was ordering his life best, and now this hostility showed itself in the conversation, as it began to take a personal note.
`I don't give it away, because no one demands that from me, and if I wanted to, I could not give it away,' answered Levin, `and have no one to give it to.'
`Give it to this peasant, he would not refuse it.'
`Yes, but how am I to give it up? Am I to go to him and make a title deed?'
`I don't know; but if you are convinced that you have no right...'
`I'm not at all convinced. On the contrary, I feel have no right to give it up, that I have duties both to the land and to my family.'
`No, excuse me, but if you consider this inequality is unjust, why is it you don't act accordingly?...'
`Well, I do act negatively on that idea, so far as not trying to increase the difference of position existing between him and me.'
`No, excuse me, that's a paradox.'
`Yes, there's something of a sophistry about that,' Veslovsky agreed. `Ah! Our host!' he said to the peasant who came into the barn, opening the creaking door. `How is it you're not asleep yet?'
`No, how's one to sleep! I thought our gentlemen would be asleep, but I heard them chattering. I want to get a hook from here. She won't bite?' he added, stepping cautiously with his bare feet.
`And where are you going to sleep?'
`We are going out for night watching.'
`Ah, what a night!' said Veslovsky, looking out at the edge of the hut and the unharnessed droshky that could be seen in the faint light of the evening glow in the great frame of the open doors. `But listen, there are women's voices singing, and, on my word, not badly too! Who's that singing, my friend?'
`That's the housemaids from hard by here.'
`Let's go - let's take a walk! We shan't go to sleep, you know. Oblonsky, come along!'
`If one could only do both, lie here and go,' answered Oblonsky, stretching. `It's capital lying here.'
`Well, I shall go by myself,' said Veslovsky, getting up eagerly, and putting on his boots and stockings. `Good-by, gentlemen. If it's fun, I'll fetch you. You've treated me to some good sport, and I won't forget you.'
`He really is a capital fellow, isn't he?' said Stepan Arkadyevich when Veslovsky had gone out and the peasant had closed the door after him.
`Yes, capital,' answered Levin, still thinking of the subject of their conversation just before. It seemed to him that he had clearly expressed his thoughts and feelings to the best of his capacity, and yet both of them, straightforward men and not fools, had said with one voice that he was comforting himself with sophistries. This disconcerted him.
`It's just this, my dear boy. One must do one of two things: either admit that the existing order of society is just, and then stick up for one's rights in it; or acknowledge that you are enjoying unjust privileges, as I do, and then enjoy them and be satisfied.'
`No, if it were unjust, you could not enjoy these advantages and be satisfied - at least I could not. The great thing for me is to feel that I'm not to blame.'
`What do you say - why not go after all?' said Stepan Arkadyevich, evidently weary of the strain of thought. `We shan't go to sleep, you know. Come, let's go!'
Levin did not answer. What they had said in the conversation that he acted justly only in a negative sense absorbed his thoughts. `Can it be that it's only possible to be just negatively?' he was asking himself.
`How strong the smell of the fresh hay is, though,' said Stepan Arkadyevich, getting up. `There's not a chance of sleeping. Vassenka has been getting up some fun there. Do you hear the laughter and his voice? Hadn't we better go? Come along!'
`No, I'm not coming,' answered Levin.
`Surely that's not a matter of principle too,' said Stepan Arkadyevich, smiling, as he felt about in the dark for his cap.
`It's not a matter of principle, but why should I go?'
`But do you know you are preparing trouble for yourself,' said Stepan Arkadyevich, finding his cap and getting up.
`Do you suppose I don't see the line you've taken up with your wife? I heard how it's a question of the greatest consequence, whether or not you're to be away for a couple of days' shooting. That's all very well as an idyllic episode, but for your whole life that won't answer. A man must be independent; he has his masculine interests. A man has to be manly,' said Oblonsky, opening the door.
`In what way? To go running after servant girls?' said Levin.
`Perhaps so,' said Levin dryly, and he turned on his side. `Tomorrow, early, I want to go shooting, and I won't wake anyone, and shall set off at daybreak.'
`Messieurs, venez vite!' they heard the voice of Veslovsky coming back. `Charmante! I've made such a discovery. Charmante! A perfect Gretchen, and I've already made friends with her. Really, exceedingly pretty,' he declared in a tone of approval, as though she had been made pretty entirely on his account, and he were expressing his satisfaction with the entertainment that had been provided for him.
Levin pretended to be asleep, while Oblonsky, putting on his slippers, and lighting a cigar, walked out of the barn, and soon their voices were lost.
For a long while Levin could not get to sleep. He heard his horses munching hay, then he heard the peasant and his elder boy getting ready, and then going off for the night watching, then he heard the soldier arranging his bed on the other side of the barn, with his nephew, the younger son of their peasant host. He heard the boy in his shrill little voice telling his uncle what he thought about the dogs, who seemed to him huge and terrible creatures, and asking what the dogs were going to hunt next day, and the soldier in a husky, sleepy voice, telling him the sportsmen were going in the morning to the marsh, and would shoot with their guns; and then, to check the boy's questions, he said, `Go to sleep, Vaska; go to sleep or you'll catch it,' and soon after he began snoring himself, and everything was still. He could only hear the neigh of the horses, and the guttural cry of a snipe. `Is it really only negative? he repeated to himself. `Well, what of it? It's not my fault.' And he began thinking about the next day.
`Tomorrow I'll go out early, and I'll make a point of keeping cool. There are lots of snipe; and there are double snipe too. When I come back there'll be the note from Kitty. Yes, Stiva may be right, I'm not manly with her, I'm tied to her apron strings.... Well, it can't be helped! Negative again....'
Half asleep, he heard the laughter and mirthful talk of Veslovsky and Stepan Arkadyevich. For an instant he opened his eyes: the moon was up, and in the open doorway, brightly lighted up by the moonlight, they were standing talking. Stepan Arkadyevich was saying something of the freshness of one girl, comparing her to a freshly peeled nut, and Veslovsky with his infectious laugh was repeating some words, probably said to him by a peasant: `Ah, you'd better get round your own wife!' Levin, half asleep, said:
`Gentlemen, tomorrow before daylight!' and fell asleep.
? Leo Tolstoy