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"What's that cry?" asked Oblonsky, drawing Levin's attention to

a prolonged cry, as though a colt hinnying in a high voice,

in play

"Oh, don't you know it? That's the hare But enough talking!

Listen, it's flying!" alun

They heard a shrill whistle in the distance, and in the exact

time, so well known to the sportsman, two seconds later--

another, a third, and after the third whistle the hoarse,

guttural cry could be heard

Levin looked about hiainst the dusky blue sky above the confusedbird It was

flying straight towards hi stuff, sounded close to his ear; the long

beak and neck of the bird could be seen, and at the very

instant when Levin was taking aim, behind the bush where Oblonsky

stood, there was a flash of red lightning: the bird dropped like

an arrow, and darted upwards again Again ca its wings as though trying to

keep up in the air, the bird halted, stopped still an instant,

and fell with a heavy splash on the slushy ground

"Can I have missed it?" shouted Stepan Arkadyevitch, who could

not see for the s to Laska, ith one ear

raised, wagging the end of her shaggy tail, ca the pleasure, and as it were slad you were