`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 hummocks. She scented nothing now; she could only see and hear, without understanding anything.
Ten paces from her former place a double snipe rose with a guttural cry and the peculiar convex 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's offices.
When Levin turned toward it, it was already some way off. But his shot caught it. Flying twenty paces farther, the second double snipe rose upward, 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 snipe into his gamebag. `Eh, Laska, will it be good?'
When Levin, after reloading his gun, moved on, the sun had fully risen, though unseen behind 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 soggy places, silvery with dew before, now shone like gold. The rusty 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 barelegged 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 jacksnipe, one after another, straight off.
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TOLSTOY: Anna Karenina Part 6, Chapter 13[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] Chapter 13 The sportsman's saying, that if the first beast or the first bird is not missed, the shooting will be lucky, turned out correct.
At ten o'clock Levin, weary, hungry, and happy after a tramp of thirty verstas, 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 gamebag. His companions had long been awake, and had had time to get hungry and have breakfast.
`Wait a bit, wait a bit, I know there are nineteen,' said Levin, counting a second time over the double snipe and jacksnipe, that looked so much less important now, bent and dry and bloodstained, with heads crookedly to one side, than they did when they were flying.
The number was verified, and Stepan Arkadyevich's envy pleased Levin. He was pleased too on returning to find that the man sent by Kitty with a note was already here.
`I am perfectly well and happy. If you were uneasy about me, you can feel easier than ever. I've a new bodyguard, Marya Vlassyevna.' (This was the midwife, a new and important personage in Levin's domestic life.)`She has come to have a look at me. She found me perfectly well, and we are holding her till you are back. All are happy and well, and please, don't be in a hurry to come back, but, if the sport is good, stay another day.'
These two pleasures, his lucky shooting and the letter from his wife, were so great that two slightly disagreeable incidents passed lightly over Levin. One was that the chestnut trace horse, who had been unmistakably overworked on the previous day, was off his feed and out of sorts. The coachman said the horse was overstrained.
`Overdriven yesterday, Konstantin Dmitrievich!' he said. `Yes, indeed! Driving ten miles without any sense!'
The other unpleasant incident, which for the first minute destroyed his good humor, though later he laughed at it a great deal, was to find that of all the provisions which Kitty had provided in such abundance, that one would have thought there was enough for a week, nothing was left.
On his way back, tired and hungry, from shooting, Levin had so distinct a vision of meat pies that as he approached the hut he seemed to smell and taste them, as Laska had smelt the game, and he immediately told Philip to give him some. It appeared that there were no pies left - nor even any chicken.
`Well, this fellow's appetite!' said Stepan Arkadyevich, laughing and pointing at Vassenka Veslovsky. `I never suffer from loss of appetite, but he's really marvelous!...'
`Well, it can't be helped,' said Levin, looking gloomily at Veslovsky.
`Well, Philip, give me some beef, then.'
`The beef's been eaten, and the bones given to the dogs,' answered Philip.
Levin was so hurt that he said, in a tone of vexation: `You might have left me something!' and he felt ready to cry.
`Then disembowel the game,' he said in a shaking voice to Philip, trying not to look at Vassenka, `and cover them with some nettles. And you might at least ask for some milk for me.'
But when he had drunk some milk, he felt ashamed immediately at having shown his annoyance to a stranger, and he began to laugh at his hungry mortification.
In the evening they went shooting again, and Veslovsky, too, had several successful shots, and in the night they drove home.
Their homeward journey was as lively as their drive out had been.
Veslovsky sang songs and related with enjoyment his adventures with the peasants, who had regaled him with vodka, and said to him, `Excuse our homely ways,' and his night's adventures with tug of war, and the servant girl, and the peasant, who had asked him was he married and on learning that he was not, said to him: `Well, mind you don't run after other men's wives - you'd better get round your own.' These words had particularly amused Veslovsky.
`Altogether, I've enjoyed our outing awfully. And you, Levin?'