The grass cut with a juicy sound, and was at once laid in high, fragrant rows.

The mowers from all sides, brought closer together in the short row, kept urging one another on to the sound of jingling dippers and clanging scythes, and the hiss of the whetstones sharpening them, and good-humored shouts.

Levin still kept between the young peasant and the old man.

The old man, who had put on his short sheepskin jacket, was just as good-humored, jocose, and free in his movements.