might have noticed the reduced numbers of his following.

me, and I was struck by the shortness of her memory. How

clamoured that at the mowing we had cut some piece of land

all through May. The road was in an awful state: it was

had come across his northerly camp and he feared that they

coarse, savage force. This mood was particularly strong

soft road. Half-way I used to sit down and look towards

Dubetchnya, with its ruins, its untidiness, its banging

before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard

At haymaking I ached all over from the unaccustomed labour;