"That it may be, but still it ought to be treated a little more

respectfully. Snetkov, now...We may be of use, or we may not,

but we're the growth of a thousand years. If we're laying out a

garden, planning one before the house, you know, and there you've

a tree that's stood for centuries in the very spot.... Old and

gnarled it may be, and yet you don't cut down the old fellow to

make room for the flowerbeds, but lay out your beds so as to take

advantage of the tree. You won't grow him again in a year," he

said cautiously, and he immediately changed the conversation.

"Well, and how is your land doing?"

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"Oh, not very well. I make five per cent."

"Yes, but you don't reckon your own work. Aren't you worth

something too? I'll tell you my own case. Before I took to

seeing after the land, I had a salary of three hundred pounds

from the service. Now I do more work than I did in the service,

and like you I get five per cent. on the land, and thank God for

that. But one's work is thrown in for nothing."

"Then why do you do it, if it's a clear loss?"

"Oh, well, one does it! What would you have? It's habit, and

one knows it's how it should be. And what's more," the landowner

went on, leaning his elbows on the window and chatting on, "my

son, I must tell you, has no taste for it. There's no doubt

he'll be a scientific man. So there'll be no one to keep it up.

And yet one does it. Here this year I've planted an orchard."

"Yes, yes," said Levin, "that's perfectly true. I always feel

there's no real balance of gain in my work on the land, and yet

one does it.... It's a sort of duty one feels to the land."

"But I tell you what," the landowner pursued; "a neighbor of

mine, a merchant, was at my place. We walked about the fields

and the garden. 'No,' said he, 'Stepan Vassilievitch,

everything's well looked after, but your garden's neglected.'

But, as a fact, it's well kept up. 'To my thinking, I'd cut down

that lime-tree. Here you've thousands of limes, and each would

make two good bundles of bark. And nowadays that bark's worth

something. I'd cut down the lot.'"

"And with what he made he'd increase his stock, or buy some land

for a trifle, and let it out in lots to the peasants," Levin

added, smiling. He had evidently more than once come across

those commercial calculations. "And he'd make his fortune. But

you and I must thank God if we keep what we've got and leave it

to our children."




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