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From
the
thickest
parts
of
the
copse
,
where
the
snow
still
remained
,
came
the
faint
sound
of
narrow
winding
threads
of
water
running
away
.
Tiny
birds
twittered
,
and
now
and
then
fluttered
from
tree
to
tree
.
In
the
pauses
of
complete
stillness
there
came
the
rustle
of
last
year
’
s
leaves
,
stirred
by
the
thawing
of
the
earth
and
the
growth
of
the
grass
.
“
Imagine
!
One
can
hear
and
see
the
grass
growing
!
”
Levin
said
to
himself
,
noticing
a
wet
,
slate
-
colored
aspen
leaf
moving
beside
a
blade
of
young
grass
.
He
stood
,
listened
,
and
gazed
sometimes
down
at
the
wet
mossy
ground
,
sometimes
at
Laska
listening
all
alert
,
sometimes
at
the
sea
of
bare
tree
tops
that
stretched
on
the
slope
below
him
,
sometimes
at
the
darkening
sky
,
covered
with
white
streaks
of
cloud
.
A
hawk
flew
high
over
a
forest
far
away
with
slow
sweep
of
its
wings
;
another
flew
with
exactly
the
same
motion
in
the
same
direction
and
vanished
.
The
birds
twittered
more
and
more
loudly
and
busily
in
the
thicket
.
An
owl
hooted
not
far
off
,
and
Laska
,
starting
,
stepped
cautiously
a
few
steps
forward
,
and
putting
her
head
on
one
side
,
began
to
listen
intently
.
Beyond
the
stream
was
heard
the
cuckoo
.
Twice
she
uttered
her
usual
cuckoo
call
,
and
then
gave
a
hoarse
,
hurried
call
and
broke
down
.
“
Imagine
!
the
cuckoo
already
!
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
coming
out
from
behind
a
bush
.
“
Yes
,
I
hear
it
,
”
answered
Levin
,
reluctantly
breaking
the
stillness
with
his
voice
,
which
sounded
disagreeable
to
himself
.
“
Now
it
’
s
coming
!
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
figure
again
went
behind
the
bush
,
and
Levin
saw
nothing
but
the
bright
flash
of
a
match
,
followed
by
the
red
glow
and
blue
smoke
of
a
cigarette
.
“
Tchk
!
tchk
!
”
came
the
snapping
sound
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
cocking
his
gun
.
“
What
’
s
that
cry
?
”
asked
Oblonsky
,
drawing
Levin
’
s
attention
to
a
prolonged
cry
,
as
though
a
colt
were
whinnying
in
a
high
voice
,
in
play
.
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
you
know
it
?
That
’
s
the
hare
.
But
enough
talking
!
Listen
,
it
’
s
flying
!
”
almost
shrieked
Levin
,
cocking
his
gun
.
