They were long, and to Levin seemed particularly difficult; but when it was done and Titus with his scythe over his shoulder turned about and slowly retraced his steps, placing his feet on the marks left on the mown surface by the heels of his boots, and Levin went down his own swath in the same way, then – in spite of the perspiration that ran down his face in streams and dripped from his nose, and though his back was as wet as if the shirt had been soaked in water – he felt very light-hearted.
E questa lunga falciata parve particolarmente difficile a Levin; in compenso quando fu terminata e Tit, gettandosi la falce sulla spalla, si mise a passo lento a percorrere, sulle orme lasciate dai tacchi, la falciata, anche Levin s’incamminò sulla propria. E sebbene il sudore gli scendesse a rivoli per il viso e gocciolasse giù dal naso e tutta la schiena fosse bagnata, come immersa nell’acqua, egli si sentiva bene.