Levin followed, and often thought he would certainly fall when climbing a mound with his scythe in his hand – a mound so steep that it would have been hard to climb even unencumbered. Still, he managed to climb it and to do all that had to be done; and he felt as if some external force were urging him on.
Levin gli teneva dietro e spesso temeva di cadere nel salir con la falce su di un’erta così ripida dove anche senza falce era difficile arrampicarsi; ma s’arrampicava e faceva quello che doveva. Si sentiva sospinto da una forza esterna.