n 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 w

ast effort. 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 Sergey Ivanovitch; "it is that you don't look at it as you should.""Perhaps not," Levin answered dejectedly."Oh! do you know brother Nikolay's turned up again?"This brother Nikolay was the elder brother of Konstantin Levin, and half-brother of Sergey Ivanovitch; a man utterly ruined, 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?""Prokofy 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 am sorry I told you," said Sergey Ivanovitch, shaking his head at his younger brother's excitement. "I sent to find out where he is living, and sent him his IOU to Trubin, which I paid. This is the answer he sent me."And Sergey Ivanovitch took a note from under a paper-weight and handed it to his brother.Levin read in the queer, familiar handwriting: "I humbly beg you to leave me in peace. That's the only favor I ask of my gracious brothers.--Nikolay Levin."Levin read it, and without raising his head stood with the note in his hands opposite Sergey Ivanovitch.There was a struggle in his heart between the desire to forget his unhappy brother for the time, and the consciousness that it would be base to do so."He obvious