Ten paces from her former place a grouse rose with a guttural cry and the peculiar round sound of its wings.
And immediately after the shot it splashed heavily with its white breast on the wet mire.
Another bird did not linger, but rose behind Levin without the dog.
When Levin turned towards it, it was already some way off.
But his shot caught it.
Things I want to do before I die.
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