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.
És ez a hosszú rend különösen nehéznek tűnt föl Levin előtt; de mikor a végére értek és Tit a vállára vevén a kaszát, lassú léptekkel megindult azon a nyomon visszafelé, a melyet a lekaszált réten a sarkai hagytak, Levin is a maga nyomait követve, ott volt a sarkában, s bár csak úgy csurgott végig az arczán és csepegett le az orráról a verejték, a háta meg olyan lucskos volt, akárcsak vízzel öntötték volna le, - mégis nagyon jól érezte magát.