"Yes," Levin answered, with proud satisfaction.

" Yes, it's rather strange," he went on.

" So we live without making anything, as though we were ancient vestals set to keep in a fire.

" The landowner chuckled under his white mustaches.

"There are some among us, too, like our friend Nikolay Ivanovitch, or Count Vronsky, that's settled here lately, who try to carry on their husbandry as though it were a factory; but so far it leads to nothing but making away with capital on it.