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Next
day
,
before
the
ladies
were
up
,
the
wagonette
and
a
trap
for
the
shooting
party
were
at
the
door
,
and
Laska
,
aware
since
early
morning
that
they
were
going
shooting
,
after
much
whining
and
darting
to
and
fro
,
had
sat
herself
down
in
the
wagonette
beside
the
coachman
,
and
,
disapproving
of
the
delay
,
was
excitedly
watching
the
door
from
which
the
sportsmen
still
did
not
come
out
.
The
first
to
come
out
was
Vassenka
Veslovsky
,
in
new
high
boots
that
reached
half
-
way
up
his
thick
thighs
,
in
a
green
blouse
,
with
a
new
Russian
leather
cartridge
-
belt
,
and
in
his
Scotch
cap
with
ribbons
,
with
a
brand
-
new
English
gun
without
a
sling
.
Laska
flew
up
to
him
,
welcomed
him
,
and
jumping
up
,
asked
him
in
her
own
way
whether
the
others
were
coming
soon
,
but
getting
no
answer
from
him
,
she
returned
to
her
post
of
observation
and
sank
into
repose
again
,
her
head
on
one
side
,
and
one
ear
pricked
up
to
listen
.
At
last
the
door
opened
with
a
creak
,
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
spot
-
and
-
tan
pointer
Krak
flew
out
,
running
round
and
round
and
turning
over
in
the
air
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
himself
followed
with
a
gun
in
his
hand
and
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
.
“
Good
dog
,
good
dog
,
Krak
!
”
he
cried
encouragingly
to
the
dog
,
who
put
his
paws
up
on
his
chest
,
catching
at
his
game
bag
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
was
dressed
in
rough
leggings
and
spats
,
in
torn
trousers
and
a
short
coat
.
On
his
head
there
was
a
wreck
of
a
hat
of
indefinite
form
,
but
his
gun
of
a
new
patent
was
a
perfect
gem
,
and
his
game
bag
and
cartridge
belt
,
though
worn
,
were
of
the
very
best
quality
.
Vassenka
Veslovsky
had
had
no
notion
before
that
it
was
truly
chic
for
a
sportsman
to
be
in
tatters
,
but
to
have
his
shooting
outfit
of
the
best
quality
.
He
saw
it
now
as
he
looked
at
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
radiant
in
his
rags
,
graceful
,
well
-
fed
,
and
joyous
,
a
typical
Russian
nobleman
.
And
he
made
up
his
mind
that
next
time
he
went
shooting
he
would
certainly
adopt
the
same
get
-
up
.
“
Well
,
and
what
about
our
host
?
”
he
asked
.
“
A
young
wife
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
smiling
.
“
Yes
,
and
such
a
charming
one
!
”
“
He
came
down
dressed
.
No
doubt
he
’
s
run
up
to
her
again
.
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
guessed
right
.
Levin
had
run
up
again
to
his
wife
to
ask
her
once
more
if
she
forgave
him
for
his
idiocy
yesterday
,
and
,
moreover
,
to
beg
her
for
Christ
’
s
sake
to
be
more
careful
.
The
great
thing
was
for
her
to
keep
away
from
the
children
—
they
might
any
minute
push
against
her
.
Then
he
had
once
more
to
hear
her
declare
that
she
was
not
angry
with
him
for
going
away
for
two
days
,
and
to
beg
her
to
be
sure
to
send
him
a
note
next
morning
by
a
servant
on
horseback
,
to
write
him
,
if
it
were
but
two
words
only
,
to
let
him
know
that
all
was
well
with
her
.
Kitty
was
distressed
,
as
she
always
was
,
at
parting
for
a
couple
of
days
from
her
husband
,
but
when
she
saw
his
eager
figure
,
looking
big
and
strong
in
his
shooting
-
boots
and
his
white
blouse
,
and
a
sort
of
sportsman
elation
and
excitement
incomprehensible
to
her
,
she
forgot
her
own
chagrin
for
the
sake
of
his
pleasure
,
and
said
good
-
bye
to
him
cheerfully
.
“
Pardon
,
gentlemen
!
”
he
said
,
running
out
onto
the
steps
.
