Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
what, Levin, Ill gallop home on that left
trace-horse. That will be splendid. Eh?" he said, preparing to
"No, why should you?" answered Levin, calculating that Vassenka
could hardly weigh less than seventeen stone. "Ill send the
The coachman rode back on the trace-horse, and Levin himself
drove the remaining pair.
"Well, now whats our plan of campaign? Tell us all about it,"
said Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"Our plan is this. Now were driving to Gvozdyov. In Gvozdyov
theres a grouse marsh on this side, and beyond Gvozdyov come
some magnificent snipe marshes where there are grouse too. Its
hot now, and well get there--its fifteen miles or so--towards
evening and have some evening shooting; well spend the night
there and go on tomorrow to the bigger moors."
"And is there nothing on the way?"
"Yes; but well reserve ourselves; besides its hot. There are
two nice little places, but I doubt there being anything to
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.
"Shant 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.
The dogs came back.
"There wont be room for three. Ill 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, lets go together!" Veslovsky called.
"Really, theres not room. Laska, back, Laska! You wont 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 its 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! Didnt I? Well, shall we soon be getting to the real
The horses started off suddenly, Levin knocked his head against
the stock of someones 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 Levins
forehead. And besides, Veslovsky was at first so naively
distressed, and then laughed so good-humoredly and infectiously
at their general dismay, that one could not but laugh with him.
When they reached the second marsh, which was fairly large, and
would inevitably take some time to shoot over, Levin tried to
persuade them to pass it by. But Veslovsky again overpersuaded
him. Again, as the marsh was narrow, Levin, like a good host,
remained with the carriage.
Krak made straight for some clumps of sedge. Vassenka Veslovsky
was the first to run after the dog. Before Stepan Arkadyevitch
had time to come up, a grouse flew out. Veslovsky missed it and
it flew into an unmown meadow. This grouse was left for
Veslovsky to follow up. Krak found it again and pointed, and
Veslovsky shot it and went back to the carriage. "Now you go and
Ill stay with the horses," he said.
Levin had begun to feel the pangs of a sportsmans envy. He
handed the reins to Veslovsky and walked into the marsh.
Laska, who had been plaintively whining and fretting against
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