Anna Karenina

描写刈草的那段太好看了. It was trying only when thought became necessary in order to mow around a molehill or a space where the hard sorrel stalks had not been weeded out. The old man accomplished this with ease. When he came to a molehill he would change his action, and with a short jerk of the point and then of the heel of his scythe he would mow all round the molehill. And while doing this he noted everything he came to: now he plucked a sorrel stalk and ate it, or offered it to Levin; now he threw aside a branch with the point of his scythe, or examined a quail's nest from which the hen bird had flown up, almost under the scythe; or he caught a beetle, lifting it with the scythe-point as with a fork, and after showing it to Levin, threw it away.------- The sun was already setting toward the trees when, with their tin boxes rattling, they entered the wooded ravine of the Heights. The grass that in the middle of the ravine reached to their waists was across or lengthwise, Prokhor----a gigantic dark man and a famous mower---took the lead. He went in front, mowed a swath, turned round and restarted; following him all the others took their places, going downhill along the creek and back up to the very skirts of the wood, The sun had set behind the wood and now shone only on the mowers at the top of the hill, while in the valley, where the mists were rising, they were in cool, dewy shade. The work proceeded briskly. The scented grass, cut down with a sound that showed how juicy it was, fell in high ridges, On the short swaths the mowers crowded together, their tin boxes clattering, their scythes ringing whenever they touched, the whetstones whistling upon the blades, and their merry voices resounding as they urged each other on.

2014.4.16每天读一点，读完Part One，100页了！全书不到800页。和年轻时读， 完全不一样的感觉。每个字都不舍得跳过，而且肯定还会重读。

Oblonsky's usual kindly smile, therefore a silly smile, a stupid smile.