Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:09:57 +0000 From: "roy yarian" <wooded@queries.co.uk> To: net@freebsd.org Subject: He who goes to sleep with itchy ass, wakes up with smelly finger Message-ID: <017956329.20060311073644@217.168.74.80>
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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
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