Chapter 9
"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 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.
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"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 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
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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 I'll stay with the horses," he said.
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.
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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.
Veslovsky, eager to see the shooting, had driven into the marsh, and got the
horses stuck in the mud.
"Damn the fellow!" Levin said to himself, as he went back to the carriage
that had sunk in the mire. "What did you drive in for?" he said to him dryly,
and calling the coachman, he began pulling the horses out.
Levin was vexed both at being hindered from shooting and at his horses
getting stuck in the mud, and still more at the fact that neither Stepan
Arkadyevitch nor Veslovsky helped him and the coachman to unharness
the horses and get them out, since neither of them had the slightest notion
of harnessing. Without vouchsafing a syllable in reply to Vassenka's
protestations that it had been quite dry there, Levin worked in silence with
the coachman at extricating the horses. But then, as he got warm at the
work and saw how assiduously Veslovsky was tugging at the wagonette by
one of the mud-guards, so that he broke it indeed, Levin blamed himself for
having under the influence of yesterday's feelings been too cold to
Veslovsky, and tried to be particularly genial so as to smooth over his
chilliness. When everything had been put right, and the carriage had been
brought back to the road, Levin had the lunch served.
"Bon appetit--bonne conscience! Ce poulet va tomber jusqu'au fond de mes
bottes," Vassenka, who had recovered his spirits, quoted the French saying
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as he finished his second chicken. "Well, now our troubles are over, now
everything's going to go well. Only, to atone for my sins, I'm bound to sit
on the box. That's so? eh? No, no! I'll be your Automedon. You shall see
how I'll get you along," he answered, not letting go the rein, when Levin
begged him to let the coachman drive. "No, I must atone for my sins, and
I'm very comfortable on the box." And he drove.
Levin was a little afraid he would exhaust the horses, especially the
chestnut, whom he did not know how to hold in; but unconsciously he fell
under the influence of his gaiety and listened to the songs he sang all the
way on the box, or the descriptions and representations he gave of driving
in the English fashion, four-in-hand; and it was in the very best of spirits
that after lunch they drove to the Gvozdyov marsh.
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