By the roadside the grass was short and tough, and Levin, who had not done any mowing for a long time and was confused by so many eyes upon him, mowed badly for the first ten minutes, though he swung his scythe with much vigour.
L’erba era bassa, vicino alla strada, e Levin, che da tempo non falciava e si sentiva confuso sotto gli sguardi di tutti, falciò male al primo momento, pur agitando con forza la falce.