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“
Well
,
if
that
’
s
what
he
wishes
,
I
’
ll
do
it
,
but
I
can
’
t
answer
for
myself
now
,
”
she
thought
,
and
darted
forward
as
fast
as
her
legs
would
carry
her
between
the
thick
bushes
.
She
scented
nothing
now
;
she
could
only
see
and
hear
,
without
understanding
anything
.
Ten
paces
from
her
former
place
a
grouse
rose
with
a
guttural
cry
and
the
peculiar
round
sound
of
its
wings
.
And
immediately
after
the
shot
it
splashed
heavily
with
its
white
breast
on
the
wet
mire
.
Another
bird
did
not
linger
,
but
rose
behind
Levin
without
the
dog
.
When
Levin
turned
towards
it
,
it
was
already
some
way
off
.
But
his
shot
caught
it
Flying
twenty
paces
further
,
the
second
grouse
rose
upwards
,
and
whirling
round
like
a
ball
,
dropped
heavily
on
a
dry
place
.
“
Come
,
this
is
going
to
be
some
good
!
”
thought
Levin
,
packing
the
warm
and
fat
grouse
into
his
game
bag
.
“
Eh
,
Laska
,
will
it
be
good
?
”
When
Levin
,
after
loading
his
gun
,
moved
on
,
the
sun
had
fully
risen
,
though
unseen
behind
the
storm
-
clouds
.
The
moon
had
lost
all
of
its
luster
,
and
was
like
a
white
cloud
in
the
sky
.
Not
a
single
star
could
be
seen
.
The
sedge
,
silvery
with
dew
before
,
now
shone
like
gold
.
The
stagnant
pools
were
all
like
amber
.
The
blue
of
the
grass
had
changed
to
yellow
-
green
.
The
marsh
birds
twittered
and
swarmed
about
the
brook
and
upon
the
bushes
that
glittered
with
dew
and
cast
long
shadows
.
A
hawk
woke
up
and
settled
on
a
haycock
,
turning
its
head
from
side
to
side
and
looking
discontentedly
at
the
marsh
.
Crows
were
flying
about
the
field
,
and
a
bare
-
legged
boy
was
driving
the
horses
to
an
old
man
,
who
had
got
up
from
under
his
long
coat
and
was
combing
his
hair
.
The
smoke
from
the
gun
was
white
as
milk
over
the
green
of
the
grass
.
One
of
the
boys
ran
up
to
Levin
.
“
Uncle
,
there
were
ducks
here
yesterday
!
”
he
shouted
to
him
,
and
he
walked
a
little
way
off
behind
him
.
And
Levin
was
doubly
pleased
,
in
sight
of
the
boy
,
who
expressed
his
approval
,
at
killing
three
snipe
,
one
after
another
,
straight
off
.
The
sportsman
’
s
saying
,
that
if
the
first
beast
or
the
first
bird
is
not
missed
,
the
day
will
be
lucky
,
turned
out
correct
.
At
ten
o
’
clock
Levin
,
weary
,
hungry
,
and
happy
after
a
tramp
of
twenty
miles
,
returned
to
his
night
’
s
lodging
with
nineteen
head
of
fine
game
and
one
duck
,
which
he
tied
to
his
belt
,
as
it
would
not
go
into
the
game
bag
.
His
companions
had
long
been
awake
,
and
had
had
time
to
get
hungry
and
have
breakfast
.
