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 thereits fifteen miles or sotowards evening and have some evening shooting; well spend the night there and go on to-morrow to the bigger moors.
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 placesthere 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.
There wont be room for three. Ill stay here, said Levin, hoping they would find nothing but peewits, who had been started by the dogs, and turning over in their flight, were plaintively wailing over the marsh.
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.
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 place?
The horses started off suddenly, Levin knocked his head against the stock of some ones 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 any one. 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-humouredly 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 over-persuaded 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.
As she came nearer and nearer to the familiar breeding-places there was more and more earnestness in Laskas 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.
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 Veslovskys voice shouting something with strange loudness. Levin saw he had his gun pointed behind the snipe, but still he fired.
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 drily, 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 Vassenkas 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 yesterdays 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 appétitbonne conscience! Ce poulet va tomber jusquau fond de mes bottes, Vassenka, who had recovered his spirits, quoted the French saying as he finished his second chicken. Well, now our troubles are over, now everythings going to go well. Only, to atone for my sins, Im bound to sit on the box. Thats so? eh? No, no! Ill be your Automedon. You shall see how Ill 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 Im 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.