Anna Karenina

Chapter 30
At the end of September the timber had been carted for building the
cattleyard on the land that had been allotted to the association of peasants,
and the butter from the cows was sold and the profits divided. In practice
the system worked capitally, or, at least, so it seemed to Levin. In order to
work out the whole subject theoretically and to complete his book, which,
in Levin's daydreams, was not merely to effect a revolution in political
economy, but to annihilate that science entirely and to lay the foundation of
a new science of the relation of the people to the soil, all that was left to do
was to make a tour abroad, and to study on the spot all that had been done
in the same direction, and to collect conclusive evidence that all that had
been done there was not what was wanted. Levin was only waiting for the
delivery of his wheat to receive the money for it and go abroad. But the
rains began, preventing the harvesting of the corn and potatoes left in the
fields, and putting a stop to all work, even to the delivery of the wheat.
The mud was impassable along the roads; two mills were carried away, and
the weather got worse and worse.
On the 30th of September the sun came out in the morning, and hoping for
fine weather, Levin began making final preparations for his journey. He
gave orders for the wheat to be delivered, sent the bailiff to the merchant to
get the money owing him, and went out himself to give some final
directions on the estate before setting off.
Having finished all his business, soaked through with the streams of water
which kept running down the leather behind his neck and his gaiters, but in
the keenest and most confident temper, Levin returned homewards in the
evening. The weather had become worse than ever towards evening; the
hail lashed the drenched mare so cruelly that she went along sideways,
shaking her head and ears; but Levin was all right under his hood, and he
looked cheerfully about him at the muddy streams running under the
wheels, at the drops hanging on every bare twig, at the whiteness of the
patch of unmelted hailstones on the planks of the bridge, at the thick layer
of still juicy, fleshy leaves that lay heaped up about the stripped elm-tree. In
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spite of the gloominess of nature around him, he felt peculiarly eager. The
talks he had been having with the peasants in the further village had shown
that they were beginning to get used to their new position. The old servant
to whose hut he had gone to get dry evidently approved of Levin's plan, and
of his own accord proposed to enter the partnership by the purchase of
cattle.
"I have only to go stubbornly on towards my aim, and I shall attain my
end," thought Levin; "and it's something to work and take trouble for. This
is not a matter of myself individually; the question of the public welfare
comes into it. The whole system of culture, the chief element in the
condition of the people, must be completely transformed. Instead of
poverty, general prosperity and content; instead of hostility, harmony and
unity of interests. In short, a bloodless revolution, but a revolution of the
greatest magnitude, beginning in the little circle of our district, then the
province, then Russia, the whole world. Because a just idea cannot but be
fruitful. Yes, it's an aim worth working for. And it's being me, Kostya
Levin, who went to a ball in a black tie, and was refused by the
Shtcherbatskaya girl, and who was intrinsically such a pitiful, worthless
creature--that proves nothing; I feel sure Franklin felt just as worthless, and
he too had no faith in himself, thinking of himself as a whole. That means
nothing. And he too, most likely, had an Agafea Mihalovna to whom he
confided his secrets."
Musing on such thoughts Levin reached home in the darkness.
The bailiff, who had been to the merchant, had come back and brought part
of the money for the wheat. An agreement had been made with the old
servant, and on the road the bailiff had learned that everywhere the corn
was still standing in the fields, so that his one hundred and sixty shocks that
had not been carried were nothing in comparison with the losses of others.
After dinner Levin was sitting, as he usually did, in an easy chair with a
book, and as he read he went on thinking of the journey before him in
connection with his book. Today all the significance of his book rose before
him with special distinctness, and whole periods ranged themselves in his
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mind in illustration of his theories. "I must write that down," he thought.
"That ought to form a brief introduction, which I thought unnecessary
before." He got up to go to his writing table, and Laska, lying at his feet,
got up too, stretching and looking at him as though to inquire where to go.
But he had not time to write it down, for the head peasants had come round,
and Levin went out into the hall to them.
After his levee, that is to say, giving directions about the labors of the next
day, and seeing all the peasants who had business with him, Levin went
back to his study and sat down to work.
Laska lay under the table; Agafea Mihalovna settled herself in her place
with her stocking.
After writing for a little while, Levin suddenly thought with exceptional
vividness of Kitty, her refusal, and their last meeting. He got up and began
walking about the room.
"What's the use of being dreary?" said Agafea Mihalovna. "Come, why do
you stay on at home? You ought to go to some warm springs, especially
now you're ready for the journey."
"Well, I am going away the day after tomorrow, Agafea Mihalovna; I must
finish my work."
"There, there, your work, you say! As if you hadn't done enough for the
peasants! Why, as 'tis, they're saying, 'Your master will be getting some
honor from the Tsar for it.' Indeed and it is a strange thing; why need you
worry about the peasants?"
"I'm not worrying about them; I'm doing it for my own good."
Agafea Mihalovna knew every detail of Levin's plans for his land. Levin
often put his views before her in all their complexity, and not uncommonly
he argued with her and did not agree with her comments. But on this
occasion she entirely misinterpreted what he had said.
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"Of one's soul's salvation we all know and must think before all else," she
said with a sigh. "Parfen Denisitch now, for all he was no scholar, he died a
death that God grant every one of us the like," she said, referring to a
servant who had died recently. "Took the sacrament and all."
"That's not what I mean," said he. "I mean that I'm acting for my own
advantage. It's all the better for me if the peasants do their work better."
"Well, whatever you do, if he's a lazy good-for-nought, everything'll be at
sixes and sevens. If he has a conscience, he'll work, and if not, there's no
doing anything."
"Oh, come, you say yourself Ivan has begun looking after the cattle better."
"All I say is," answered Agafea Mihalovna, evidently not speaking at
random, but in strict sequence of idea, "that you ought to get married, that's
what I say."
Agafea Mihalovna's allusion to the very subject he had only just been
thinking about, hurt and stung him. Levin scowled, and without answering
her, he sat down again to his work, repeating to himself all that he had been
thinking of the real significance of that work. Only at intervals he listened
in the stillness to the click of Agafea Mihalovna's needles, and recollecting
what he did not want to remember, he frowned again.
At nine o'clock they heard the bell and the faint vibration of a carriage over
the mud.
"Well, here's visitors come to us, and you won't be dull," said Agafea
Mihalovna, getting up and going to the door. But Levin overtook her. His
work was not going well now, and he was glad of a visitor, whoever it
might be.
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