"Well, now what's our plan of campaign? Tell us all about it,"

said Stepan Arkadyevitch.

"Our plan is this. Now we're driving to Gvozdyov. In Gvozdyov

there's a grouse marsh on this side, and beyond Gvozdyov come

some magnificent snipe marshes where there are grouse too. It's

hot now, and we'll get there--it's fifteen miles or so--towards

evening and have some evening shooting; we'll spend the night

there and go on tomorrow to the bigger moors."

"And is there nothing on the way?"

"Yes; but we'll reserve ourselves; besides it's hot. There are

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two nice little places, but I doubt there being anything to

shoot."

Levin would himself have liked to go into these little places,

but they were near home; he could shoot them over any time, and

they were only little places--there would hardly be room for

three to shoot. And so, with some insincerity, he said that he

doubted there being anything to shoot. When they reached a

little marsh Levin would have driven by, but Stepan Arkadyevitch,

with the experienced eye of a sportsman, at once detected reeds

visible from the road.

"Shan't we try that?" he said, pointing to the little marsh.

"Levin, do, please! how delightful!" Vassenka Veslovsky began

begging, and Levin could but consent.

Before they had time to stop, the dogs had flown one before the

other into the marsh.

"Krak! Laska!..."

The dogs came back.

"There won't be room for three. I'll stay here," said Levin,

hoping they would find nothing but peewits, who had been startled

by the dogs, and turning over in their flight, were plaintively

wailing over the marsh.

"No! Come along, Levin, let's go together!" Veslovsky called.

"Really, there's not room. Laska, back, Laska! You won't want

another dog, will you?"

Levin remained with the wagonette, and looked enviously at the

sportsmen. They walked right across the marsh. Except little

birds and peewits, of which Vassenka killed one, there was

nothing in the marsh.

"Come, you see now that it was not that I grudged the marsh,"

said Levin, "only it's wasting time."

"Oh, no, it was jolly all the same. Did you see us?" said

Vassenka Veslovsky, clambering awkwardly into the wagonette with

his gun and his peewit in his hands. "How splendidly I shot

this bird! Didn't I? Well, shall we soon be getting to the real

place?"

The horses started off suddenly, Levin knocked his head against

the stock of someone's gun, and there was the report of a shot.

The gun did actually go off first, but that was how it seemed to

Levin. It appeared that Vassenka Veslovsky had pulled only one

trigger, and had left the other hammer still cocked. The charge

flew into the ground without doing harm to anyone. Stepan

Arkadyevitch shook his head and laughed reprovingly at Veslovsky.

But Levin had not the heart to reprove him. In the first place,

any reproach would have seemed to be called forth by the danger

he had incurred and the bump that had come up on Levin's

forehead. And besides, Veslovsky was at first so naïvely

distressed, and then laughed so good-humoredly and infectiously

at their general dismay, that one could not but laugh with him.




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