He felt much nearer to him than to his brother, and could not help smiling at the affection he felt for this man.

When the old man got up again, said his prayer, and lay down under a bush, putting some grass under his head for a pillow, Levin did the same, and in spite of the clinging flies that were so persistent in the sunshine, and the midges that tickled his hot face and body, he fell asleep at once and only waked when the sun had passed to the other side of the bush and reached him.

The old man had been awake a long while, and was sitting up whetting the scythes of the younger lads.