1 I was up home; an old man up there has sown wheat too, about an acre of it.
2 I have told Sokolov to sell the wheat, and to borrow an advance on the mill.
3 Levin was only waiting for the delivery of his wheat to receive the money for it and go abroad.
4 The bailiff, who had been to the merchant, had come back and brought part of the money for the wheat.
5 And then eight hundred acres of wheat, three hundred of potatoes, and four hundred of clover, and not one acre exhausted.
6 In all matters affecting income, the sales of timber, wheat, and wool, the letting of lands, Vronsky was hard as a rock, and knew well how to keep up prices.
7 But the rains began, preventing the harvesting of the corn and potatoes left in the fields, and putting a stop to all work, even to the delivery of the wheat.
8 Levin knew that his elder brother took little interest in farming, and only put the question in deference to him, and so he only told him about the sale of his wheat and money matters.
9 He gave orders for the wheat to be delivered, sent the bailiff to the merchant to get the money owing him, and went out himself to give some final directions on the estate before setting off.