They had cut the whole of the big meadow, which had, in the years of serf labor, taken thirty scythes two days to mow.

Only the corners remained to do, where the rows were short.

But Levin felt a longing to get as much mowing done that day as possible, and was vexed with the sun sinking so quickly in the sky.

He felt no weariness; all he wanted was to get his work done more and more quickly and as much done as possible.

"Could you cut Mashkin Upland too?--what do you think?" he said to the old man.