1 The sun sank behind the forest.
2 Levin looked out of the window at the sun sinking behind the bare tree-tops of the forest.
3 "Because the forest is worth at least a hundred and fifty roubles the acre," answered Levin.
4 "Here you are, the forest is mine," he said, crossing himself quickly, and holding out his hand.
5 The stupid sale of the forest, the fraud practiced upon Oblonsky and concluded in his house, exasperated him.
6 She had gone to Ergushovo, the estate that had been her dowry, and the one where in spring the forest had been sold.
7 I had meant to come to the mowing to look at you, but it was so unbearably hot that I got no further than the forest.
8 To sell this forest was absolutely essential; but at present, until he was reconciled with his wife, the subject could not be discussed.
9 A hawk flew high over a forest far away with slow sweep of its wings; another flew with exactly the same motion in the same direction and vanished.
10 "There must be snipe too," he thought, and just as he reached the turning homewards he met the forest keeper, who confirmed his theory about the snipe.
11 When Stepan Arkadyevitch had gone down in the spring to sell the forest, Dolly had begged him to look over the house and order what repairs might be needed.
12 He went up to the top, turned back again and started mowing, and they all proceeded to form in line behind him, going downhill through the hollow and uphill right up to the edge of the forest.
13 The sun was setting behind a thick forest, and in the glow of sunset the birch trees, dotted about in the aspen copse, stood out clearly with their hanging twigs, and their buds swollen almost to bursting.
14 When he came out of the forest, in the immense plain before him, his grass fields stretched in an unbroken carpet of green, without one bare place or swamp, only spotted here and there in the hollows with patches of melting snow.
15 The business of the forest was over, the money in his pocket; their shooting had been excellent, and Stepan Arkadyevitch was in the happiest frame of mind, and so he felt specially anxious to dissipate the ill-humor that had come upon Levin.
16 And immediately after this came the delicious, slow saunter, with his hand on the scythe, during which he could wipe away the streaming sweat, take deep breaths of air, and look about at the long string of mowers and at what was happening around in the forest and the country.
17 Swaying rhythmically with the ambling paces of his good little cob, drinking in the warm yet fresh scent of the snow and the air, as he rode through his forest over the crumbling, wasted snow, still left in parts, and covered with dissolving tracks, he rejoiced over every tree, with the moss reviving on its bark and the buds swelling on its shoots.
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