"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.