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“
Allons
,
c
’
est
curieux
.
”
“
You
go
,
you
go
,
you
’
ll
find
the
way
to
the
mill
!
”
cried
Levin
,
and
looking
round
he
perceived
with
satisfaction
that
Veslovsky
,
bent
and
stumbling
with
weariness
,
holding
his
gun
out
at
arm
’
s
length
,
was
making
his
way
out
of
the
marsh
towards
the
peasants
.
“
You
come
too
!
”
the
peasants
shouted
to
Levin
.
“
Never
fear
!
You
taste
our
cake
!
”
Levin
felt
a
strong
inclination
to
drink
a
little
vodka
and
to
eat
some
bread
.
He
was
exhausted
,
and
felt
it
a
great
effort
to
drag
his
staggering
legs
out
of
the
mire
,
and
for
a
minute
he
hesitated
.
But
Laska
was
setting
.
And
immediately
all
his
weariness
vanished
,
and
he
walked
lightly
through
the
swamp
towards
the
dog
.
A
snipe
flew
up
at
his
feet
;
he
fired
and
killed
it
.
Laska
still
pointed
.
—
“
Fetch
it
!
”
Another
bird
flew
up
close
to
the
dog
.
Levin
fired
.
But
it
was
an
unlucky
day
for
him
;
he
missed
it
,
and
when
he
went
to
look
for
the
one
he
had
shot
,
he
could
not
find
that
either
.
He
wandered
all
about
the
reeds
,
but
Laska
did
not
believe
he
had
shot
it
,
and
when
he
sent
her
to
find
it
,
she
pretended
to
hunt
for
it
,
but
did
not
really
.
And
in
the
absence
of
Vassenka
,
on
whom
Levin
threw
the
blame
of
his
failure
,
things
went
no
better
.
There
were
plenty
of
snipe
still
,
but
Levin
made
one
miss
after
another
.
The
slanting
rays
of
the
sun
were
still
hot
;
his
clothes
,
soaked
through
with
perspiration
,
stuck
to
his
body
;
his
left
boot
full
of
water
weighed
heavily
on
his
leg
and
squeaked
at
every
step
;
the
sweat
ran
in
drops
down
his
powder
-
grimed
face
,
his
mouth
was
full
of
the
bitter
taste
,
his
nose
of
the
smell
of
powder
and
stagnant
water
,
his
ears
were
ringing
with
the
incessant
whir
of
the
snipe
;
he
could
not
touch
the
stock
of
his
gun
,
it
was
so
hot
;
his
heart
beat
with
short
,
rapid
throbs
;
his
hands
shook
with
excitement
,
and
his
weary
legs
stumbled
and
staggered
over
the
hillocks
and
in
the
swamp
,
but
still
he
walked
on
and
still
he
shot
.
At
last
,
after
a
disgraceful
miss
,
he
flung
his
gun
and
his
hat
on
the
ground
.
“
No
,
I
must
control
myself
,
”
he
said
to
himself
.
Picking
up
his
gun
and
his
hat
,
he
called
Laska
,
and
went
out
of
the
swamp
.
When
he
got
on
to
dry
ground
he
sat
down
,
pulled
off
his
boot
and
emptied
it
,
then
walked
to
the
marsh
,
drank
some
stagnant
-
tasting
water
,
moistened
his
burning
hot
gun
,
and
washed
his
face
and
hands
.
Feeling
refreshed
,
he
went
back
to
the
spot
where
a
snipe
had
settled
,
firmly
resolved
to
keep
cool
He
tried
to
be
calm
,
but
it
was
the
same
again
.
His
finger
pressed
the
cock
before
he
had
taken
a
good
aim
at
the
bird
.
It
got
worse
and
worse
.
He
had
only
five
birds
in
his
game
-
bag
when
he
walked
out
of
the
marsh
towards
the
alders
where
he
was
to
rejoin
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
.
Before
he
caught
sight
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
he
saw
his
dog
.
Krak
darted
out
from
behind
the
twisted
root
of
an
alder
,
black
all
over
with
the
stinking
mire
of
the
marsh
,
and
with
the
air
of
a
conqueror
sniffed
at
Laska
.
Behind
Krak
there
came
into
view
in
the
shade
of
the
alder
tree
the
shapely
figure
of
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
.
He
came
to
meet
him
,
red
and
perspiring
,
with
unbuttoned
neckband
,
still
limping
in
the
same
way
.
