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    fine--the early calves were the size of a peasant's cow, and Pava's
    daughter, at three months old, was as big as a yearling-- Levin gave
    orders for a trough to be brought out and for them to be fed in the
   paddock. But it appeared that as the paddock had not been used during
   the winter, the hurdles made in the autumn for it were broken. He sent
   for the carpenter, who, according to his orders, ought to have been at
   work at the thrashing machine. But it appeared that the carpenter was
   repairing the harrows, which ought to have been repaired before Lent.
     This was very annoying to Levin. It was annoying to come upon that
    everlasting slovenliness in the farm work against which he had been
     striving with all his might for so many years. The hurdles, as he
      ascertained, being not wanted in winter, had been carried to the
        cart-horses' stable; and there broken, as they were of light
   construction, only meant for feeding calves. Moreover, it was apparent
    also that the harrows and all the agricultural implements, which he
    had directed to be looked over and repaired in the winter, for which
     very purpose he had hired three carpenters, had not been put into
    repair, and the harrows were being repaired when they ought to have
   been harrowing the field. Levin sent for his bailiff, but immediately
                            went off himself to