As soon as Levin returns to the country, he feels like himself again. His dog, Laska, runs to greet him, and his servants are happy to see him home. Levin tries to cheer himself up with exercise. The steward announces that the new kiln, which Levin had designed, had slightly burned the buckwheat; on the bright side, however, Levin’s best cow has calved.
Levin is constitutionally suited to the countryside and not himself in the city. Returning to the affairs of his estate, Levin is in command and is master of his domain, unlike his stint in the city, in which he was always ill at ease.