But Levin felt a longing to get as much mowing done that day as possible, and was vexed with the sun sinking so quickly in the sky.

He felt no weariness; all he wanted was to get his work done more and more quickly and as much done as possible.

"Could you cut Mashkin Upland too?--what do you think?" he said to the old man.

"As God wills, the sun's not high.

A little vodka for the lads?" At the afternoon rest, when they were sitting down again, and those who smoked had lighted their pipes, the old man told the men that "Mashkin Upland's to be cut--there'll be some vodka.