Things I want to do before I die.



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.

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