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The place fixed on for the stand-shooting was not far above a

streaot

out of the trap and led Oblonsky to a corner of a lade, already quite free from snow He went back hi his gun on the

fork of a dead lower branch, he took off his full overcoat,

fastened his belt again, and worked his arms to see if they were

free

Gray old Laska, who had followed them, sat doarily opposite

hi behind a thick

forest, and in the glow of sunset the birch trees, dotted about

in the aspen copse, stood out clearly with their hanging twigs,

and their buds swollen al

From the thickest parts of the copse, where the snow still

re threads of water

running away Tiny birds twittered, and now and then fluttered

from tree to tree

In the pauses of complete stillness there ca of the earth and the growth

of the grass

"I!" Levin said

to hi