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“
Oh
,
I
won
’
t
get
in
your
way
,
don
’
t
trouble
about
me
.
”
But
Levin
could
not
help
troubling
,
and
recalled
Kitty
’
s
words
at
parting
:
“
Mind
you
don
’
t
shoot
one
another
.
”
The
dogs
came
nearer
and
nearer
,
passed
each
other
,
each
pursuing
its
own
scent
.
The
expectation
of
snipe
was
so
intense
that
to
Levin
the
squelching
sound
of
his
own
heel
,
as
he
drew
it
up
out
of
the
mire
,
seemed
to
be
the
call
of
a
snipe
,
and
he
clutched
and
pressed
the
lock
of
his
gun
.
“
Bang
!
bang
!
”
sounded
almost
in
his
ear
.
Vassenka
had
fired
at
a
flock
of
ducks
which
was
hovering
over
the
marsh
and
flying
at
that
moment
towards
the
sportsmen
,
far
out
of
range
.
Before
Levin
had
time
to
look
round
,
there
was
the
whir
of
one
snipe
,
another
,
a
third
,
and
some
eight
more
rose
one
after
another
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
hit
one
at
the
very
moment
when
it
was
beginning
its
zigzag
movements
,
and
the
snipe
fell
in
a
heap
into
the
mud
.
Oblonsky
aimed
deliberately
at
another
,
still
flying
low
in
the
reeds
,
and
together
with
the
report
of
the
shot
,
that
snipe
too
fell
,
and
it
could
be
seen
fluttering
out
where
the
sedge
had
been
cut
,
its
unhurt
wing
showing
white
beneath
.
Levin
was
not
so
lucky
:
he
aimed
at
his
first
bird
too
low
,
and
missed
;
he
aimed
at
it
again
,
just
as
it
was
rising
,
but
at
that
instant
another
snipe
flew
up
at
his
very
feet
,
distracting
him
so
that
he
missed
again
.
While
they
were
loading
their
guns
,
another
snipe
rose
,
and
Veslovsky
,
who
had
had
time
to
load
again
,
sent
two
charges
of
small
-
shot
into
the
water
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
picked
up
his
snipe
,
and
with
sparkling
eyes
looked
at
Levin
.
“
Well
,
now
let
us
separate
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
and
limping
on
his
left
foot
,
holding
his
gun
in
readiness
and
whistling
to
his
dog
,
he
walked
off
in
one
direction
.
Levin
and
Veslovsky
walked
in
the
other
.
It
always
happened
with
Levin
that
when
his
first
shots
were
a
failure
he
got
hot
and
out
of
temper
,
and
shot
badly
the
whole
day
.
So
it
was
that
day
.
The
snipe
showed
themselves
in
numbers
.
They
kept
flying
up
from
just
under
the
dogs
,
from
under
the
sportsmen
’
s
legs
,
and
Levin
might
have
retrieved
his
ill
luck
.
But
the
more
he
shot
,
the
more
he
felt
disgraced
in
the
eyes
of
Veslovsky
,
who
kept
popping
away
merrily
and
indiscriminately
,
killing
nothing
,
and
not
in
the
slightest
abashed
by
his
ill
success
.
Levin
,
in
feverish
haste
,
could
not
restrain
himself
,
got
more
and
more
out
of
temper
,
and
ended
by
shooting
almost
without
a
hope
of
hitting
.
Laska
,
indeed
,
seemed
to
understand
this
.
She
began
looking
more
languidly
,
and
gazed
back
at
the
sportsmen
,
as
it
were
,
with
perplexity
or
reproach
in
her
eyes
.
Shots
followed
shots
in
rapid
succession
.
The
smoke
of
the
powder
hung
about
the
sportsmen
,
while
in
the
great
roomy
net
of
the
game
bag
there
were
only
three
light
little
snipe
.
And
of
these
one
had
been
killed
by
Veslovsky
alone
,
and
one
by
both
of
them
together
.
Meanwhile
from
the
other
side
of
the
marsh
came
the
sound
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
shots
,
not
frequent
,
but
,
as
Levin
fancied
,
well
-
directed
,
for
almost
after
each
they
heard
“
Krak
,
Krak
,
apporte
!
”
