But at that very moment Tit stopped of his own accord, and stooping down picked up some grass, rubbed his scythe, and began whetting it.

Levin straightened himself, and drawing a deep breath looked round.

Behind him came a peasant, and he too was evidently tired, for he stopped at once without waiting to mow up to Levin, and began whetting his scythe.

Tit sharpened his scythe and Levin's, and they went on.

The next time it was just the same.