1 And send my scythe, please, to Tit, for him to set it, and bring it round tomorrow.
2 He was in front of all, and cut his wide row without bending, as though playing with the scythe.
3 Levin got off his mare, and fastening her up by the roadside went to meet Tit, who took a second scythe out of a bush and gave it to him.
4 Levin took the scythe, and began trying it.
5 He felt as he swung his scythe that he was at the very end of his strength, and was making up his mind to ask Tit to stop.
6 But at that very moment Tit stopped of his own accord, and stooping down picked up some grass, rubbed his scythe, and began whetting it.
7 Behind him came a peasant, and he too was evidently tired, for he stopped at once without waiting to mow up to Levin, and began whetting his scythe.
8 Tit moved on with sweep after sweep of his scythe, not stopping nor showing signs of weariness.
9 It was as though it were not he but the sharp scythe of itself swishing through the juicy grass.
10 When a hillock came he changed his action, and at one time with the heel, and at another with the tip of his scythe, clipped the hillock round both sides with short strokes.
11 Levin walked after him and often thought he must fall, as he climbed with a scythe up a steep cliff where it would have been hard work to clamber without anything.
12 The metallic clank of a whetstone against a scythe, that came to them from the cart, ceased.
13 Her knives were twice as long as a scythe, set straight upon the handle.
14 Gradually, as he rode towards the meadow, the peasants came into sight, some in coats, some in their shirts mowing, one behind another in a long string, swinging their scythes differently.
15 He glanced at the sky in the interval for whetting the scythes.