You swing it too wide, you'll tire yourself out....

The master, sure, does his best for himself! But see the grass missed out! For such work us fellows would catch it!" The grass became softer, and Levin, listening without answering, followed Tit, trying to do the best he could.

They moved a hundred paces.

Tit kept moving on, without stopping, not showing the slightest weariness, but Levin was already beginning to be afraid he would not be able to keep it up: he was so tired.