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“
Well
?
You
have
been
popping
away
!
”
he
said
,
smiling
good
-
humoredly
.
“
How
have
you
got
on
?
”
queried
Levin
.
But
there
was
no
need
to
ask
,
for
he
had
already
seen
the
full
game
bag
.
“
Oh
,
pretty
fair
.
”
He
had
fourteen
birds
.
“
A
splendid
marsh
!
I
’
ve
no
doubt
Veslovsky
got
in
your
way
.
It
’
s
awkward
too
,
shooting
with
one
dog
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
to
soften
his
triumph
.
When
Levin
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
reached
the
peasant
’
s
hut
where
Levin
always
used
to
stay
,
Veslovsky
was
already
there
.
He
was
sitting
in
the
middle
of
the
hut
,
clinging
with
both
hands
to
the
bench
from
which
he
was
being
pulled
by
a
soldier
,
the
brother
of
the
peasant
’
s
wife
,
who
was
helping
him
off
with
his
miry
boots
.
Veslovsky
was
laughing
his
infectious
,
good
-
humored
laugh
.
“
I
’
ve
only
just
come
.
Ils
ont
été
charmants
.
Just
fancy
,
they
gave
me
drink
,
fed
me
!
Such
bread
,
it
was
exquisite
!
Délicieux
!
And
the
vodka
,
I
never
tasted
any
better
.
And
they
would
not
take
a
penny
for
anything
.
And
they
kept
saying
:
‘
Excuse
our
homely
ways
.
’
”
“
What
should
they
take
anything
for
?
They
were
entertaining
you
,
to
be
sure
.
Do
you
suppose
they
keep
vodka
for
sale
?
”
said
the
soldier
,
succeeding
at
last
in
pulling
the
soaked
boot
off
the
blackened
stocking
.
In
spite
of
the
dirtiness
of
the
hut
,
which
was
all
muddied
by
their
boots
and
the
filthy
dogs
licking
themselves
clean
,
and
the
smell
of
marsh
mud
and
powder
that
filled
the
room
,
and
the
absence
of
knives
and
forks
,
the
party
drank
their
tea
and
ate
their
supper
with
a
relish
only
known
to
sportsmen
.
Washed
and
clean
,
they
went
into
a
hay
-
barn
swept
ready
for
them
,
where
the
coachman
had
been
making
up
beds
for
the
gentlemen
.
Though
it
was
dusk
,
not
one
of
them
wanted
to
go
to
sleep
.
