The shutters were closed, there were few flies, and it was so clean that Levin was anxious that Laska, who had been running along the road and bathing in puddles, should not muddy the floor, and ordered her to a place in the corner by the door.

After looking round the parlor, Levin went out in the back yard.

The good-looking young woman in clogs, swinging the empty pails on the yoke, ran on before him to the well for water.