Levin sent for his bailiff, but immediately went off himself to look for him.

The bailiff, beaming all over, like everyone that day, in a sheepskin bordered with astrachan, came out of the barn, twisting a bit of straw in his hands.

"Why isn't the carpenter at the thrashing machine?" "Oh, I meant to tell you yesterday, the harrows want repairing.

Here it's time they got to work in the fields.