Noticing Laska's special attitude as she crouched on the ground, as it were, scratching big prints with her hind paws, and with her mouth slightly open, Levin knew she was pointing at grouse, and with an inward prayer for luck, especially with the first bird, he ran up to her.

Coming quite close up to her, he could from his height look beyond her, and he saw with his eyes what she was seeing with her nose.

In a space between two little thickets, at a couple of yards' distance, he could see a grouse.

Turning its head, it was listening.