" "And the clover?" "I've sent Vassily and Mishka; they're sowing.

Only I don't know if they'll manage to get through; it's so slushy.

" "How many acres?" "About fifteen.

" "Why not sow all?" cried Levin.

That they were only sowing the clover on fifteen acres, not on all the forty-five, was still more annoying to him.