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`Can I possibly have missed it?' shouted Stepan Arkadyevich, who could not see for the smoke.
`Here it is!' said Levin, pointing to Laska, who, with one ear pricked up, wagging the tip of her shaggy tail, was coming slowly back, as though she would prolong the pleasure, and seemingly smiling, was bringing the dead bird to her master. `Well, I'm glad you were successful,' said Levin, who, at the same time, had a sense of envy that he had not succeeded in shooting the woodcock.
`It was a bad shot from the right barrel,' responded Stepan Arkadyevich, loading his gun. `Sh... Here it comes!'
The shrill whistles rapidly following one another were heard again.
Two woodcocks, playing and chasing one another, and only whistling, not crying, flew straight at the very heads of the sportsmen. There was the report of four shots, and like swallows, the woodcocks turned swift somersaults in the air and vanished from sight.
The stand shooting was capital. Stepan Arkadyevich shot two more birds, and Levin two, of which one was not found. It began to get dark.
Venus, bright and silvery, shone with her soft light low down in the west, behind the birch trees, and high up in the east twinkled the red fires of somber Arcturus. Over his head Levin made out the stars of the Great Bear and lost them again. The woodcocks had ceased flying; but Levin resolved to stay a little longer, till Venus, which he saw below a branch of birch, should be above it, and the stars of the Great Bear should be perfectly plain. Venus had risen above the branch, and the chariot of the Great Bear with its shaft was now all plainly visible against the dark blue sky, yet still he waited.
`Isn't it time to go home?' said Stepan Arkadyevich.
It was quite still now in the copse, and not a bird was stirring.
`Let's stay a little while,' answered Levin.
`As you like.'
They were standing now about fifteen paces from one another.
`Stiva!' said Levin unexpectedly; `how is it you don't tell me whether your sister-in-law's married yet, or when she's going to be?'
Levin felt so resolute and serene that no answer he fancied could affect him. But he had never dreamed of the answer which Stepan Arkadyevich made.
`She's never thought of being married, and isn't thinking of it;but she's very ill, and the doctors have sent her abroad. They're positively afraid she may not live.'
`What!' cried Levin. `Very ill? What is wrong with her? How is she?...'
While they were speaking, Laska, with ears pricked up, was looking upward at the sky, and, reproachfully, at them.
`What a time they have chosen to gab,' she was thinking. `There it comes.... Here it is - yes, sure enough. They'll miss it...' thought Laska.
But at that very instant both suddenly heard a shrill whistle which, as it were, smote on their ears, and both suddenly seized their guns and two flashes gleamed, and two bangs sounded at the very same instant.
The woodcock flying high above instantly folded its wings and fell into a thicket, bending down the delicate shoots.
`Splendid! Together!' cried Levin, and he ran with Laska into the thicket to look for the woodcock.
`Oh, yes, what was it that was unpleasant?' he recollected. `Yes, Kitty's ill... Well, it can't be helped; I'm very sorry,' he thought.
`She's found it! Isn't she a clever girl?' he said, taking the warm bird from Laska's mouth and packing it into the almost full gamebag.
`I've got it, Stiva!' he shouted.
[Next Chapter] [Table of Contents]TOLSTOY: Anna Karenina Part 2, Chapter 16[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] Chapter 16 On the way home Levin asked all the details of Kitty's illness and of the Shcherbatskys' plans, and though he would have been ashamed to admit it, he was pleased at what he heard. He was pleased that there was still hope, and still more pleased that she, who had made him suffer, should be suffering so much. But when Stepan Arkadyevich began to speak of the causes of Kitty's illness, and mentioned Vronsky's name, Levin cut him short.
`I have no right whatever to know family matters, and, to tell the truth, no interest in them either.'
Stepan Arkadyevich smiled a barely perceptible smile, catching the instantaneous change he knew so well in Levin's face, which had become as gloomy as it had been bright a minute before.
`Have you quite settled about the forest with Riabinin?' asked Levin.
`Yes, it's all settled. The price is magnificent - thirty-eight thousand. Eight straightaway, and the rest in six years. I've been bothering about it for ever so long. No one would give more.'
`Then you've as good as given away your forest for nothing,' said Levin gloomily.
`How do you mean - for nothing?' said Stepan Arkadyevich with a good-humored smile, knowing that nothing would be right in Levin's eyes now.
`Because the forest is worth at least five hundred roubles the dessiatina,' answered Levin.
`Oh, these farmers!' said Stepan Arkadyevich playfully. `Your tone of contempt for us poor townsfolk!... But when it comes to business, we are better at it than anyone. I assure you I have reckoned it all out,'
he said, `and the forest is fetching a very good price - so much so that I'm afraid of this fellow's crying off, in fact. You know it's not ``timber forest,'' said Stepan Arkadyevich, hoping by this distinction to convince Levin completely of the unfairness of his doubts, `but for the most part firewood. And it won't run to more than thirty sazhenes of wood per dessiatina, and he's paying me at the rate of two hundred roubles the dessiatina.'
Levin smiled contemptuously. `I know,' he thought, `that fashion not only in him, but in all city people, who, after being twice in ten years in the country, pick up two or three phrases and use them in season and out of season, firmly persuaded that they know all about it. ``Timber, run to thirty sazhenes the dessiatina.'' He says those words without understanding them himself.'