Chapter 8

`Delighted that you've come. For how long? How's your farming getting on?'

Levin knew that his elder brother took little interest in farming, and only put the question in deference to him, and therefore he told him only about the sale of his wheat and money matters.

Levin had meant to tell his brother of his determination to get married, and to ask his advice; he had indeed firmly resolved to do so. But after seeing his brother, listening to his conversation with the professor, hearing afterward the unconsciously patronizing tone in which his brother questioned him about agricultural matters (their mother's property had not been divided, and Levin took charge of both their shares), Levin felt that he could not for some reason broach to him his intention of marrying. He felt that his brother would not look on it as he would have wished him.

`Well, how is your Zemstvo doing?' asked Sergei Ivanovich, who was greatly interested in Zemstvo establishments and attached great importance to them.

`I really don't know.'

`What! But surely, you're a member of the board?'

`No, I'm not a member now; I've resigned,' answered Levin, `and I no longer attend the sessions.'

`What a pity!' commented Sergei Ivanovich, frowning.

Levin in self-defense began to describe what took place at the sessions in his district.

`That's how it always is!' Sergei Ivanovich interrupted him. `We Russians are always like that. Perhaps it's our strong point, really - this faculty of seeing our own shortcomings; but we overdo it, we comfort ourselves with irony, which we always have on the tip of our tongues. All I say is, give such rights as our Zemstvo establishments to any other European people, and... Why, the Germans or the English would have worked their way to freedom with them, while we simply turn them into ridicule.'

`But how can it be helped?' said Levin penitently. `It was my last trial. And I did try with all my soul. I can't. I'm no good at it.'

`It's not that you're no good at it,' said Sergei Ivanovich, `it is that you don't look at it as you should.'

`Perhaps not,' Levin answered dejectedly.

`Oh! do you know brother Nikolai's turned up again?'

This brother Nikolai was the elder brother of Constantin Levin, and half-brother of Sergei Ivanovich; a man who was done for, who had dissipated the greater part of his fortune, was living in the strangest and lowest company, and had quarreled with his brothers.

`What did you say?' Levin cried with horror. `How do you know?'

`Procophii saw him in the street.'

`Here in Moscow? Where is he? Do you know?' Levin got up from his chair, as though on the point of starting off at once.

`I'm sorry I told you,' said Sergei Ivanovich, shaking his head at his younger brother's excitement. `I sent to find out where he is living, and sent him his I O U to Trubin, which I paid. This is the answer he sent me.'