1 Spring is the time of plans and projects.
2 He told his brother of his plans and his doings.
3 Levin had to take part in their plans as one of themselves.
4 But he felt that he was full of the most splendid plans and projects.
5 She was not asleep, she was talking gently with her mother, making plans about the christening.
6 And the baroness, detaining Vronsky, began telling him, with many jokes, about her last new plans of life, asking his advice.
7 He had not even plans and aims for the future, he left its arrangement to others, knowing that everything would be delightful.
8 Kitty had no need to ask Varenka; she saw from the calm and somewhat crestfallen faces of both that her plans had not come off.
9 When he came in she told him, partly repeating phrases she had prepared beforehand, how she had spent the day, and her plans for going away.
10 He knew that this was stupid, he knew that it was positively not right, and contrary to his present new plans, but this house was a whole world to Levin.
11 He knew that way she had of withdrawing into herself, and knew that it only happened when she had determined upon something without letting him know her plans.
12 Making her way through the crowd to the first-class waiting-room, she gradually recollected all the details of her position, and the plans between which she was hesitating.
13 While they were saddling his horse, Levin again called up the bailiff, who was hanging about in sight, to make it up with him, and began talking to him about the spring operations before them, and his plans for the farm.
14 When on the evening that he arrived home he informed the bailiff of his plans, the latter with visible pleasure agreed with what he said so long as he was pointing out that all that had been done up to that time was stupid and useless.
15 While awaiting the time for carrying out her plans on a large scale, however, Kitty, even then at the springs, where there were so many people ill and unhappy, readily found a chance for practicing her new principles in imitation of Varenka.
16 His ambitious plans had retreated into the background again, and feeling that he had got out of that circle of activity in which everything was definite, he had given himself entirely to his passion, and that passion was binding him more and more closely to her.
17 And now he poured out upon Stepan Arkadyevitch his poetic joy in the spring, and his failures and plans for the land, and his thoughts and criticisms on the books he had been reading, and the idea of his own book, the basis of which really was, though he was unaware of it himself, a criticism of all the old books on agriculture.
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