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“
Straight
on
and
you
’
ll
come
to
the
marsh
.
Our
lads
drove
the
cattle
there
yesterday
evening
.
”
Laska
ran
eagerly
forward
along
the
little
path
.
Levin
followed
her
with
a
light
,
rapid
step
,
continually
looking
at
the
sky
.
He
hoped
the
sun
would
not
be
up
before
he
reached
the
marsh
.
But
the
sun
did
not
delay
.
The
moon
,
which
had
been
bright
when
he
went
out
,
by
now
shone
only
like
a
crescent
of
quicksilver
.
The
pink
flush
of
dawn
,
which
one
could
not
help
seeing
before
,
now
had
to
be
sought
to
be
discerned
at
all
.
What
were
before
undefined
,
vague
blurs
in
the
distant
countryside
could
now
be
distinctly
seen
.
They
were
sheaves
of
rye
.
The
dew
,
not
visible
till
the
sun
was
up
,
wetted
Levin
’
s
legs
and
his
blouse
above
his
belt
in
the
high
growing
,
fragrant
hemp
patch
,
from
which
the
pollen
had
already
fallen
out
.
In
the
transparent
stillness
of
morning
the
smallest
sounds
were
audible
.
A
bee
flew
by
Levin
’
s
ear
with
the
whizzing
sound
of
a
bullet
.
He
looked
carefully
,
and
saw
a
second
and
a
third
.
They
were
all
flying
from
the
beehives
behind
the
hedge
,
and
they
disappeared
over
the
hemp
patch
in
the
direction
of
the
marsh
.
The
path
led
straight
to
the
marsh
.
The
marsh
could
be
recognized
by
the
mist
which
rose
from
it
,
thicker
in
one
place
and
thinner
in
another
,
so
that
the
reeds
and
willow
bushes
swayed
like
islands
in
this
mist
.
At
the
edge
of
the
marsh
and
the
road
,
peasant
boys
and
men
,
who
had
been
herding
for
the
night
,
were
lying
,
and
in
the
dawn
all
were
asleep
under
their
coats
.
Not
far
from
them
were
three
hobbled
horses
.
One
of
them
clanked
a
chain
.
Laska
walked
beside
her
master
,
pressing
a
little
forward
and
looking
round
.
Passing
the
sleeping
peasants
and
reaching
the
first
reeds
,
Levin
examined
his
pistols
and
let
his
dog
off
.
One
of
the
horses
,
a
sleek
,
dark
-
brown
three
-
year
-
old
,
seeing
the
dog
,
started
away
,
switched
its
tail
and
snorted
.
The
other
horses
too
were
frightened
,
and
splashing
through
the
water
with
their
hobbled
legs
,
and
drawing
their
hoofs
out
of
the
thick
mud
with
a
squelching
sound
,
they
bounded
out
of
the
marsh
.
Laska
stopped
,
looking
ironically
at
the
horses
and
inquiringly
at
Levin
.
Levin
patted
Laska
,
and
whistled
as
a
sign
that
she
might
begin
.
Laska
ran
joyfully
and
anxiously
through
the
slush
that
swayed
under
her
.
Running
into
the
marsh
among
the
familiar
scents
of
roots
,
marsh
plants
,
and
slime
,
and
the
extraneous
smell
of
horse
dung
,
Laska
detected
at
once
a
smell
that
pervaded
the
whole
marsh
,
the
scent
of
that
strong
-
smelling
bird
that
always
excited
her
more
than
any
other
.
Here
and
there
among
the
moss
and
marsh
plants
this
scent
was
very
strong
,
but
it
was
impossible
to
determine
in
which
direction
it
grew
stronger
or
fainter
.
To
find
the
direction
,
she
had
to
go
farther
away
from
the
wind
.
Not
feeling
the
motion
of
her
legs
,
Laska
bounded
with
a
stiff
gallop
,
so
that
at
each
bound
she
could
stop
short
,
to
the
right
,
away
from
the
wind
that
blew
from
the
east
before
sunrise
,
and
turned
facing
the
wind
.
Sniffing
in
the
air
with
dilated
nostrils
,
she
felt
at
once
that
not
their
tracks
only
but
they
themselves
were
here
before
her
,
and
not
one
,
but
many
.
Laska
slackened
her
speed
.
They
were
here
,
but
where
precisely
she
could
not
yet
determine
.
To
find
the
very
spot
,
she
began
to
make
a
circle
,
when
suddenly
her
master
’
s
voice
drew
her
off
.
“
Laska
!
here
?
”
he
asked
,
pointing
her
to
a
different
direction
.
She
stopped
,
asking
him
if
she
had
better
not
go
on
doing
as
she
had
begun
.
But
he
repeated
his
command
in
an
angry
voice
,
pointing
to
a
spot
covered
with
water
,
where
there
could
not
be
anything
.
She
obeyed
him
,
pretending
she
was
looking
,
so
as
to
please
him
,
went
round
it
,
and
went
back
to
her
former
position
,
and
was
at
once
aware
of
the
scent
again
.
Now
when
he
was
not
hindering
her
,
she
knew
what
to
do
,
and
without
looking
at
what
was
under
her
feet
,
and
to
her
vexation
stumbling
over
a
high
stump
into
the
water
,
but
righting
herself
with
her
strong
,
supple
legs
,
she
began
making
the
circle
which
was
to
make
all
clear
to
her
.
The
scent
of
them
reached
her
,
stronger
and
stronger
,
and
more
and
more
defined
,
and
all
at
once
it
became
perfectly
clear
to
her
that
one
of
them
was
here
,
behind
this
tuft
of
reeds
,
five
paces
in
front
of
her
;
she
stopped
,
and
her
whole
body
was
still
and
rigid
.
On
her
short
legs
she
could
see
nothing
in
front
of
her
,
but
by
the
scent
she
knew
it
was
sitting
not
more
than
five
paces
off
.
She
stood
still
,
feeling
more
and
more
conscious
of
it
,
and
enjoying
it
in
anticipation
.
Her
tail
was
stretched
straight
and
tense
,
and
only
wagging
at
the
extreme
end
.
Her
mouth
was
slightly
open
,
her
ears
raised
.
One
ear
had
been
turned
wrong
side
out
as
she
ran
up
,
and
she
breathed
heavily
but
warily
,
and
still
more
warily
looked
round
,
but
more
with
her
eyes
than
her
head
,
to
her
master
.
He
was
coming
along
with
the
face
she
knew
so
well
,
though
the
eyes
were
always
terrible
to
her
.
He
stumbled
over
the
stump
as
he
came
,
and
moved
,
as
she
thought
,
extraordinarily
slowly
.
She
thought
he
came
slowly
,
but
he
was
running
.
Noticing
Laska
’
s
special
attitude
as
she
crouched
on
the
ground
,
as
it
were
,
scratching
big
prints
with
her
hind
paws
,
and
with
her
mouth
slightly
open
,
Levin
knew
she
was
pointing
at
grouse
,
and
with
an
inward
prayer
for
luck
,
especially
with
the
first
bird
,
he
ran
up
to
her
.
Coming
quite
close
up
to
her
,
he
could
from
his
height
look
beyond
her
,
and
he
saw
with
his
eyes
what
she
was
seeing
with
her
nose
.
In
a
space
between
two
little
thickets
,
at
a
couple
of
yards
’
distance
,
he
could
see
a
grouse
.
Turning
its
head
,
it
was
listening
.
Then
lightly
preening
and
folding
its
wings
,
it
disappeared
round
a
corner
with
a
clumsy
wag
of
its
tail
.
“
Fetch
it
,
fetch
it
!
”
shouted
Levin
,
giving
Laska
a
shove
from
behind
.
“
But
I
can
’
t
go
,
”
thought
Laska
.
“
Where
am
I
to
go
?
From
here
I
feel
them
,
but
if
I
move
forward
I
shall
know
nothing
of
where
they
are
or
who
they
are
.
”
But
then
he
shoved
her
with
his
knee
,
and
in
an
excited
whisper
said
,
“
Fetch
it
,
Laska
.
”
