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As
she
came
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
familiar
breeding
places
there
was
more
and
more
earnestness
in
Laska
’
s
exploration
.
A
little
marsh
bird
did
not
divert
her
attention
for
more
than
an
instant
.
She
made
one
circuit
round
the
clump
of
reeds
,
was
beginning
a
second
,
and
suddenly
quivered
with
excitement
and
became
motionless
.
“
Come
,
come
,
Stiva
!
”
shouted
Levin
,
feeling
his
heart
beginning
to
beat
more
violently
;
and
all
of
a
sudden
,
as
though
some
sort
of
shutter
had
been
drawn
back
from
his
straining
ears
,
all
sounds
,
confused
but
loud
,
began
to
beat
on
his
hearing
,
losing
all
sense
of
distance
.
He
heard
the
steps
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
mistaking
them
for
the
tramp
of
the
horses
in
the
distance
;
he
heard
the
brittle
sound
of
the
twigs
on
which
he
had
trodden
,
taking
this
sound
for
the
flying
of
a
grouse
.
He
heard
too
,
not
far
behind
him
,
a
splashing
in
the
water
,
which
he
could
not
explain
to
himself
.
Picking
his
steps
,
he
moved
up
to
the
dog
.
“
Fetch
it
!
”
Not
a
grouse
but
a
snipe
flew
up
from
beside
the
dog
.
Levin
had
lifted
his
gun
,
but
at
the
very
instant
when
he
was
taking
aim
,
the
sound
of
splashing
grew
louder
,
came
closer
,
and
was
joined
with
the
sound
of
Veslovsky
’
s
voice
,
shouting
something
with
strange
loudness
.
Levin
saw
he
had
his
gun
pointed
behind
the
snipe
,
but
still
he
fired
.
When
he
had
made
sure
he
had
missed
,
Levin
looked
round
and
saw
the
horses
and
the
wagonette
not
on
the
road
but
in
the
marsh
.
Veslovsky
,
eager
to
see
the
shooting
,
had
driven
into
the
marsh
,
and
got
the
horses
stuck
in
the
mud
.
“
Damn
the
fellow
!
”
Levin
said
to
himself
,
as
he
went
back
to
the
carriage
that
had
sunk
in
the
mire
.
“
What
did
you
drive
in
for
?
”
he
said
to
him
dryly
,
and
calling
the
coachman
,
he
began
pulling
the
horses
out
.
Levin
was
vexed
both
at
being
hindered
from
shooting
and
at
his
horses
getting
stuck
in
the
mud
,
and
still
more
at
the
fact
that
neither
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
nor
Veslovsky
helped
him
and
the
coachman
to
unharness
the
horses
and
get
them
out
,
since
neither
of
them
had
the
slightest
notion
of
harnessing
.
Without
vouchsafing
a
syllable
in
reply
to
Vassenka
’
s
protestations
that
it
had
been
quite
dry
there
,
Levin
worked
in
silence
with
the
coachman
at
extricating
the
horses
.
But
then
,
as
he
got
warm
at
the
work
and
saw
how
assiduously
Veslovsky
was
tugging
at
the
wagonette
by
one
of
the
mud
-
guards
,
so
that
he
broke
it
indeed
,
Levin
blamed
himself
for
having
under
the
influence
of
yesterday
’
s
feelings
been
too
cold
to
Veslovsky
,
and
tried
to
be
particularly
genial
so
as
to
smooth
over
his
chilliness
.
When
everything
had
been
put
right
,
and
the
carriage
had
been
brought
back
to
the
road
,
Levin
had
the
lunch
served
.
“
Bon
appétit
—
bonne
conscience
!
Ce
poulet
va
tomber
jusqu
’
au
fond
de
mes
bottes
,
”
Vassenka
,
who
had
recovered
his
spirits
,
quoted
the
French
saying
as
he
finished
his
second
chicken
.
“
Well
,
now
our
troubles
are
over
,
now
everything
’
s
going
to
go
well
.
Only
,
to
atone
for
my
sins
,
I
’
m
bound
to
sit
on
the
box
.
That
’
s
so
?
eh
?
No
,
no
!
I
’
ll
be
your
Automedon
.
You
shall
see
how
I
’
ll
get
you
along
,
”
he
answered
,
not
letting
go
the
rein
,
when
Levin
begged
him
to
let
the
coachman
drive
.
“
No
,
I
must
atone
for
my
sins
,
and
I
’
m
very
comfortable
on
the
box
.
”
And
he
drove
