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They
heard
a
shrill
whistle
in
the
distance
,
and
in
the
exact
time
,
so
well
known
to
the
sportsman
,
two
seconds
later
—
another
,
a
third
,
and
after
the
third
whistle
the
hoarse
,
guttural
cry
could
be
heard
.
Levin
looked
about
him
to
right
and
to
left
,
and
there
,
just
facing
him
against
the
dusky
blue
sky
above
the
confused
mass
of
tender
shoots
of
the
aspens
,
he
saw
the
flying
bird
.
It
was
flying
straight
towards
him
;
the
guttural
cry
,
like
the
even
tearing
of
some
strong
stuff
,
sounded
close
to
his
ear
;
the
long
beak
and
neck
of
the
bird
could
be
seen
,
and
at
the
very
instant
when
Levin
was
taking
aim
,
behind
the
bush
where
Oblonsky
stood
,
there
was
a
flash
of
red
lightning
:
the
bird
dropped
like
an
arrow
,
and
darted
upwards
again
.
Again
came
the
red
flash
and
the
sound
of
a
blow
,
and
fluttering
its
wings
as
though
trying
to
keep
up
in
the
air
,
the
bird
halted
,
stopped
still
an
instant
,
and
fell
with
a
heavy
splash
on
the
slushy
ground
.
“
Can
I
have
missed
it
?
”
shouted
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
who
could
not
see
for
the
smoke
.
“
Here
it
is
!
”
said
Levin
,
pointing
to
Laska
,
who
with
one
ear
raised
,
wagging
the
end
of
her
shaggy
tail
,
came
slowly
back
as
though
she
would
prolong
the
pleasure
,
and
as
it
were
smiling
,
brought
the
dead
bird
to
her
master
.
“
Well
,
I
’
m
glad
you
were
successful
,
”
said
Levin
,
who
,
at
the
same
time
,
had
a
sense
of
envy
that
he
had
not
succeeded
in
shooting
the
snipe
.
“
It
was
a
bad
shot
from
the
right
barrel
,
”
responded
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
loading
his
gun
.
“
Sh
.
.
.
it
’
s
flying
!
”
The
shrill
whistles
rapidly
following
one
another
were
heard
again
.
Two
snipe
,
playing
and
chasing
one
another
,
and
only
whistling
,
not
crying
,
flew
straight
at
the
very
heads
of
the
sportsmen
.
There
was
the
report
of
four
shots
,
and
like
swallows
the
snipe
turned
swift
somersaults
in
the
air
and
vanished
from
sight
.
The
stand
-
shooting
was
capital
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
shot
two
more
birds
and
Levin
two
,
of
which
one
was
not
found
.
It
began
to
get
dark
.
Venus
,
bright
and
silvery
,
shone
with
her
soft
light
low
down
in
the
west
behind
the
birch
trees
,
and
high
up
in
the
east
twinkled
the
red
lights
of
Arcturus
.
Over
his
head
Levin
made
out
the
stars
of
the
Great
Bear
and
lost
them
again
.
The
snipe
had
ceased
flying
;
but
Levin
resolved
to
stay
a
little
longer
,
till
Venus
,
which
he
saw
below
a
branch
of
birch
,
should
be
above
it
,
and
the
stars
of
the
Great
Bear
should
be
perfectly
plain
.
Venus
had
risen
above
the
branch
,
and
the
ear
of
the
Great
Bear
with
its
shaft
was
now
all
plainly
visible
against
the
dark
blue
sky
,
yet
still
he
waited
.
“
Isn
’
t
it
time
to
go
home
?
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
.
It
was
quite
still
now
in
the
copse
,
and
not
a
bird
was
stirring
.
