| PART 6
Chapter 9
 (continued)Levin had begun to feel the pangs of a sportsman's envy.  He
 handed the reins to Veslovsky and walked into the marsh. Laska, who had been plaintively whining and fretting against the
 injustice of her treatment, flew straight ahead to a hopeful
 place that Levin knew well, and that Krak had not yet come upon. "Why don't you stop her?" shouted Stepan Arkadyevitch. "She won't scare them," answered Levin, sympathizing with his
 bitch's pleasure and hurrying after her. As she came nearer and nearer to the familiar breeding places
 there was more and more earnestness in Laska's exploration.  A
 little marsh bird did not divert her attention for more than an
 instant.  She made one circuit round the clump of reeds, was
 beginning a second, and suddenly quivered with excitement and
 became motionless. "Come, come, Stiva!" shouted Levin, feeling his heart beginning
 to beat more violently; and all of a sudden, as though some sort
 of shutter had been drawn back from his straining ears, all
 sounds, confused but loud, began to beat on his hearing, losing
 all sense of distance.  He heard the steps of Stepan
 Arkadyevitch, mistaking them for the tramp of the horses in the
 distance; he heard the brittle sound of the twigs on which he had
 trodden, taking this sound for the flying of a grouse.  He heard
 too, not far behind him, a splashing in the water, which he could
 not explain to himself. Picking his steps, he moved up to the dog. "Fetch it!" Not a grouse but a snipe flew up from beside the dog.  Levin had
 lifted his gun, but at the very instant when he was taking aim,
 the sound of splashing grew louder, came closer, and was joined
 with the sound of Veslovsky's voice, shouting something with
 strange loudness.  Levin saw he had his gun pointed behind the
 snipe, but still he fired. When he had made sure he had missed, Levin looked round and saw
 the horses and the wagonette not on the road but in the marsh. |