When the last of the hay had been apportioned, Levin entrusted the rest of the supervision to the steward and seated himself on a haycock marked with a willow branch, looking with enjoyment at the meadow teeming with busy people.

Hay is for horses.

We finished the meadow.

The meadow is full of frogs.

Do abbots mow hay? Abbots never mow hay. Abbots pray!

'The hay will be spoilt,' said he.

Hay is stored in the barn.

'We have finished the whole of the meadow!

We stored the hay in the barn.

'Make hay while the sun shines, and you'll have plenty,' remarked the old beekeeper, sitting down beside Levin. 'It's more like tea than hay!

This one says, Bucolic meadow with split rail fence.

We stored the hay in the barn.

Veslovsky missed it, and it flew over to an unmown meadow.

If the hay caught fire, it would be a real disaster.

Do abbots mow hay? Never do abbots mow hay! Abbots pray.

All the first year he didn't understand anything and we chaffed him,' answered the old man.

Though Constantine was loth to crush his grass, he drove across the meadow.

Only then he remembered that he had not been right about the weather and that the rain was wetting the hay.

'Hasn't the fresh hay a strong scent!' remarked Oblonsky, sitting up. 'Nothing will make me sleep.

When you first start this and you bring in a flock of animals, it's desert. What do they eat? How does that part work?

When Constantine Levin had passed right across the meadow and reached the road, he met an old man with a swollen eye carrying a swarm of bees in a skep.

At the foot of the mountain, the fields stretched far and wide and in these fields the cherry blossoms were in bloom, giving off a sweet scent.

The larger meadow, which in the days of serfdom had taken thirty men two days to mow, was all finished except some short patches at the corners.

When she had lifted the remaining hay to him with a rake, she shook the chaff from her neck, straightened the kerchief that had slipped from her forehead, which showed white where the sun had not reached it, and crawled under the cart to help rope up.

I began helping a family in the Karoo Desert in the 1970s turn the desert that you see on the right there back to grassland, and thankfully, now their grandchildren are on the land with hope for the future.

In the evening Constantine went to the office and gave orders about the work, sending round to the villages to tell the mowers to come next day to the Kalina meadow, the largest and finest he had.

He liked this work so much that he went mowing several times he mowed all the meadow in front of his house, and when spring came he planned to devote several whole days to mowing with the peasants.

During a trip to the Roslin Institute where Dolly was cloned, I found her, shorn of her fleece and revealing an ample midsection, mournfully staring from behind a sign that said, hay only.

Worthy of recognition is the influence of apartments at a budget under four million rubles on the commercial successes of the microregion Tsentralny in Noviye Vatutinki and the housing complex Filatov Lug, the research says about two other housing complexes in New Moscow.

But the chief point was that not only was the energy expended on the work wasted, but he could not help feeling now, when he saw the meaning of his pursuit laid bare before him, that the aim of his efforts was a most unworthy one.

Down, Krak!' exclaimed Oblonsky to the dog that was scratching itself and turning round in the hay. He was obviously convinced of the truth of his own view and was therefore calm and deliberate.

Having gazed with admiration at the exceptionally fine calves born that year the older ones were as big as peasants' cows, and Pava's three month old calf was as big as a yearling Levin gave orders to bring a trough of food for them and to put some hay into the racks outside.

He went to inspect the hay, examined the stacks, and saw that there could not be fifty cartloads in each. To put the peasant to the proof Levin ordered the carts on which the hay was being moved to be fetched, and one of the stacks to be carried to the barn.

The cloud moved past, enveloping him and the haycock upon which he sat, and the other haycocks, the carts, the whole of the meadow, and the distant fields. They all seemed to vibrate and heave with the strains of that wild, madly merry song, interspersed with screams and whistling.

From the Elder's vague replies to Levin's questions as to how much hay the largest meadow had yielded, from his haste to apportion the hay without waiting for permission, and from the general tone of the peasant, Levin knew that there was something not quite square about the apportionment, and decided to go and investigate the matter himself.

In spite of the Elder's explanations that the hay had been loose, but had settled down in the stacks, and his swearing that all had been done in a 'godly way,' Levin insisted that the hay had been apportioned without his order and that he would not accept the stacks as containing fifty loads each.