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TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart6，Chapter09[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter9`Well，now，what’sourplanofcampaign？Tellusallaboutit，’saidStepanArkadyevich。

`Ourplanisthis。Nowwe’redrivingtoGvozdiov。InGvozdiovthere’sadoublesnipemarshonthisside，andbeyondGvozdiovcomesomemagnificentjacksnipemarshes，wheretherearedoublesnipetoo。It’shotnow，andwe’llgetthere-it’stwentyverstas-towardevening，andhavesomeeveningshooting；we’llspendthenightthereandgoontomorrowtothebiggermoors。’

`Andistherenothingontheway？’

`Yes；butwe’llsaveourselves；besides，it’shot。Therearetwogoodlittleplaces，butIdoubttherebeinganythingtoshoot。’

Levinwouldhimselfhavelikedtogointotheselittleplaces，buttheywerenearhome；hecouldshootthemoveranytime，andtheywereonlylittleplaces-therewouldhardlyberoomforthreetoshoot。Andso，withsomeinsincerity，hesaidthathedoubtedtherebeinganythingtoshoot。WhentheyreachedalittlemarshLevinwouldhavedrivenby，butStepanArkadyevich，withtheexperiencedeyeofasportsman，atoncedetectedasoggyspotvisiblefromtheroad。

`Shan’twetrythat？’hesaid，pointingtothelittlemarsh。

`Levin，do，please！Howdelightful！’VassenkaVeslovskybeganbegging，andLevincouldnotbutconsent。

Beforetheyhadtimetostop，thedogshadflownonebeforetheotherintothemarsh。

`Krak！Laska！……’

Thedogscameback。

`Therewon’tberoomforthree。I’llstayhere，’saidLevin，hopingtheywouldfindnothingbutpewits，whichhadbeenstartledbythedogs，and，turningoverintheirflight，wereplaintivelywailingoverthemarsh。

`No！Comealong，Levin，let’sgotogether！’Veslovskycalled。

`Really，there’snoroom。Laska，back，Laska！Youwon’twantanotherdog，willyou？’

Levinremainedwiththedroshky，andlookedenviouslyatthesportsmen。

Theywalkedacrossthemarsh。Exceptonemoorhenandpewits，ofwhichVassenkakilledone，therewasnothinginthemarsh。

`Come，youseenowthatitwasnotthatIgrudgedthemarsh，’

saidLevin，`onlyit’swastingtime。’

`Oh，no，itwasjollyallthesame。Didyouseeus？’saidVassenkaVeslovsky，clamberingawkwardlyintothedroshkywithhisgunandhispewitinhishands。`HowsplendidlyIshotthisbird！Didn’tI？Well，shallwesoonbegettingtotherealplace？’

Thehorsesstartedoffsuddenly，Levinknockedhisheadagainstthestockofsomeone’sgun，andtherewasthereportofashot。Thegundidactuallygoofffirst，butthatwashowitseemedtoLevin。ItappearedthatVassenkaVeslovskymakingthecockssafehadpressedonetrigger，andhadheldbacktheothercock。Thechargeflewintothegroundwithoutdoingharmtoanyone。StepanArkadyevichshookhisheadandlaughedreprovinglyatVeslovsky。ButLevinhadnotthehearttoreprovehim。Inthefirstplace，anyreproachwouldhaveseemedtobecalledforthbythedangerhehadincurredandthebumpthathadcomeuponLevin’sforehead。Andbesides，Veslovskywasatfirstsonaï；velydistressed，andthenlaughedsogood-humoredlyandinfectiouslyattheirgeneraldismay，thatonecouldnotbutlaughwithhim。

Whentheyreachedthesecondmarsh，whichwasfairlylarge，andwouldinevitablytakesometimetoshootover，Levintriedtopersuadethemtopassitby。ButVeslovskyagaintalkedhimover。Again，asthemarshwasnarrow，Levin，likeagoodhost，remainedwiththecarriages。

Krakmadestraightforhummocks；VassenkaVeslovskywasthefirsttorunafterthedog。BeforeStepanArkadyevichhadtimetocomeup，adoublesnipeflewout。Veslovskymisseditanditflewintoanunmownmeadow。

ThisdoublesnipewasleftforVeslovskytofollowup。Krakfounditagainandpointed，andVeslovskyshotitandwentbacktothecarriages。

`NowyougoandI’llstaywiththehorses，’hesaid。

Levinhadbeguntofeelthepangsofasportsman’senvy。HehandedthereinstoVeslovskyandwalkedintothemarsh。

Laska，whohadbeenplaintivelywhiningandfrettingagainsttheinjusticeofhertreatment，flewstraightaheadtoanunfailingplace，coveredwithmossyhummocks，thatLevinknewwell，andthatKrakhadnotyetcomeupon。

`Whydon’tyoustopher？’shoutedStepanArkadyevich。

`Shewon’tscarethem，’answeredLevin，sympathizingwithhisbitch’spleasureandhurryingafterher。

AsshecamenearerandnearertothefamiliarhummockstherewasmoreandmoreearnestnessinLaska’sexploration。Alittlemarshbirddidnotdivertherattentionformorethananinstant。Shemadeonecircuitroundthehummocks，wasbeginningasecond，andsuddenlyquiveredwithexcitementandstoodstock-still。

`Come，come，Stiva！’shoutedLevin，feelinghisheartbeginningtobeatmoreviolently；andallofasudden，asthoughsomesortofshutterhadbeendrawnbackfromhisstrainingears，allsounds，confusedbutloud，begantobeatonhishearing，losingallsenseofdistance。HeheardthestepsofStepanArkadyevich，mistakingthemforthetrampofthehorsesinthedistance；heheardthebrittlesoundofthetussockwhichcameoffwithitsrootswhenhehadtroddenonahummock，andhetookthissoundfortheflightofadoublesnipe。Heheardtoo，notfarbehindhim，asplashinginthewater，whichhecouldnotexplaintohimself。

Pickinghissteps，hemoveduptothedog。

`Fetchit！’

Notadoublebutajacksnipeflewupfrombesidethedog。Levinhadliftedhisgun，butattheveryinstantwhenhewastakingaim，thesoundofsplashinggrewlouder，camecloser，andwasjoinedwiththesoundofVeslovsky’svoice，shoutingsomethingwithstrangeloudness。Levinsawhehadhisgunpointedbehindthesnipe，butstillhefired。

Whenhehadmadesurehehadmissed，Levinlookedroundandsawthehorsesandthedroshkynotontheroadbutinthemarsh。

Veslovsky，eagertoseetheshooting，haddrivenintothemarsh，andgotthehorsesstuckinthemud。

`Damnthefellow！’Levinsaidtohimself，ashewentbacktothecarriagethathadsunkinthemire。`Whatdidyoudriveinfor？’hesaidtohimdryly，and，callingthecoachmanhebeganpullingthehorsesout。

Levinwasvexedbothatbeinghinderedfromshootingandathishorsesgettingstuckinthemud，andstillmoreatthefactthatneitherStepanArkadyevichnorVeslovskyhelpedhimandthecoachmantounharnessthehorsesandgetthemout，sinceneitherofthemhadtheslightestnotionofharnessing。WithoutansweringasyllabletoVassenka’sprotestationsthatithadbeenquitedrythere，Levinworkedinsilencewiththecoachmanatextricatingthehorses。Butthen，ashegotwarmattheworkandsawhowassiduouslyVeslovskywastuggingatthedroshkybyoneofthesplashboards，sothathebrokeitindeed，Levinblamedhimselfforhavingundertheinfluenceofyesterday’sfeelingsbeentoocoldtoVeslovsky，andtriedtobeparticularlygenialsoastosmoothoverhischilliness。Wheneverythinghadbeenputright，andthevehicleshadbeenbroughtbacktotheroad，Levinhadthelunchserved。

`Bonappé；tit-bonneconscience！Cepouletvatomberjusqu’aufonddemesbottes，’Vassenka，whohadrecoveredhisspirits，quotedtheFrenchsayingashefinishedhissecondchicken。`Well，nowourtroublesareover，noweverything’sgoingtogowell。Only，toatoneformysins，I’mboundtositonthebox。That’sso？Eh？No，no！I’llbeyourAutomedon。YoushallseehowI’llgetyoualong，’heanswered，withoutlettinggotherein，whenLevinbeggedhimtoletthecoachmandrive。`No，Imustatoneformysins，andI’mverycomfortableonthebox。’Andhedrove。

Levinwasalittleafraidhewouldexhaustthehorses，especiallytheleftofthem，thechestnut，whomhedidnotknowhowtoholdin；butunconsciouslyhefellundertheinfluenceofhisgaietyandlistenedtothesongshesangallthewayonthebox，orthedescriptionsandrepresentationshegaveofdrivingintheEnglishfashion，four-in-hand；anditwasintheverybestofspiritsthatafterlunchtheydrovetotheGvozdiovmarsh。

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TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart6，Chapter10[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter10Vassenkadrovethehorsessofastthattheyreachedthemarshtooearly，whileitwasstillhot。

Astheydrewnearthismoreimportantmarsh，thechiefaimoftheirexpedition，LevincouldnothelpconsideringhowhecouldgetridofVassenkaandbefreeinhismovements。StepanArkadyevichevidentlyhadthesamedesire，andonhisfaceLevinsawthelookofanxietyalwayspresentinatruesportsmanwhenbeginningshooting，togetherwithacertaingood-humoredslynesspeculiartohim。

`Howshallwego？It’sasplendidmarsh，Isee，andtherearehawks，’saidStepanArkadyevich，pointingtotwogreatbirdshoveringoverthesedge。`Wheretherearehawks，thereissuretobegame。’

`Now，gentlemen，’saidLevin，pullinguphisbootsandexaminingthelockofhisgunwithasomewhatsomberexpression，`doyouseethatsedge？’Hepointedtoanoasisofblackishgreeninthehugehalf-mownwetmeadowthatstretchedalongtherightbankoftheriver。`Themarshbeginshere，straightinfrontofus，doyousee-whereitisgreener？

Fromhereitrunstotherightwherethehorsesare；therearehummocksthere，anddoublesnipe，andallroundthatsedgeasfarasthataldertree，andrightuptothemill。Overthere，doyousee，wherethecreekis？That’sthebestplace。ThereIonceshotseventeenjacksnipe。We’llseparatewiththedogsandgoindifferentdirections，andthenmeetoverthereatthemill。’

`Well，who’llgoleft，andwhototheright？’askedStepanArkadyevich。

`It’swidertotheright；youtwogothatwayandI’lltaketheleft，’

hesaidwithapparentcarelessness。

`Capital！We’llmakethebiggerbag！Yes，comealong，comealong！’

Vassenkaexclaimed。

Levincoulddonothingbutagree，andtheydivided。

Assoonastheyenteredthemarsh，thetwodogsbeganhuntingabouttogetherandmadetowardtherust-coloredspot。LevinknewLaska’smethod，waryandindefinite；heknewtheplacetoo，andexpectedawholecoveyofsnipe。

`Veslovsky，walkbesideme-besideme！’hesaidinafaintvoicetohiscompanionsplashinginthewaterbehindhim。Levincouldnothelpfeelinganinterestinthedirectionhisgunwaspointed，afterthatcasualshotneartheKolpenskymarsh。

`Oh，Iwon’tgetinyourway，don’ttroubleaboutme。’

ButLevincouldnothelptroubling，andrecalledKitty’swordsatparting:`Mindyoudon’tshootoneanother。’Thedogscamenearerandnearer，passedeachother，eachpursuingitsownscent。TheexpectationofsnipewassointensethattoLevinthesmackingsoundofhisownheel，ashedrewitupoutoftherustymire，seemedtobethecallofasnipe，andheclutchedandpressedthebuttofhisgun。

Bang！bang！soundedalmostinhisear。Vassenkahadfiredataflockofduckswhichwashoveringoverthemarshandflyingatthatmomenttowardthesportsmen，faroutofrange。BeforeLevinhadtimetolookround，therewasthewhirofonesnipe，another，athird，andsomeeightmoreroseoneafteranother。

StepanArkadyevichhitoneattheverymomentwhenitwasbeginningitszigzagmovements，andthesnipefellasaclodintothequagmire。Oblonskyaimeddeliberatelyatanother，stillflyinglowtowardthesedge，andtogetherwiththereportoftheshot，thatsnipetoofell，anditcouldbeseenflutteringoutwherethesedgehadbeencut，itsunhurtwingshowingwhitebeneath。

Levinwasnotsolucky:heaimedathisfirstbirdtoolow，andmissed；heaimedatitagain，justasitwasrising，butatthatinstantanothersnipeflewupathisveryfeet，distractinghimsothathemissedagain。

Whiletheywerereloadingtheirguns，anothersniperose，andVeslovsky，whohadhadtimetoreloadagain，senttwochargesofsmallshotintothewater。StepanArkadyevichpickeduphissnipe，andwithsparklingeyeslookedatLevin。

`Well，nowletusseparate，’saidStepanArkadyevich，andlimpingonhisleftfoot，holdinghisguninreadinessandwhistlingtohisdog，hewalkedoffinonedirection。LevinandVeslovskywalkedoffintheother。

ItalwayshappenedwithLevinthatwhenhisfirstshotswereafailurehegotheatedandoutoftemper，andshotbadlythewholeday。

Sowasitthatday。Thesnipeshowedthemselvesinnumbers。Theykeptflyingupfromjustunderthedogs，fromunderthesportsmen’slegs，andLevinmighthaveretrievedhisillluck。Butthemoreheshot，themorehefeltdisgracedintheeyesofVeslovsky，whokeptpoppingawaymerrilyandindiscriminately，killingnothing，andnotintheslightestabashedbyhisillsuccess。Levin，infeverishhaste，couldnotrestrainhimself，gotmoreandmoreoutoftemper，andendedbyshootingalmostwithoutahopeofhitting。Laska，indeed，seemedtounderstandthis。Shebegansearchingmorelistlessly，andgazedbackatthesportsmenwithapparentperplexityorreproachinhereyes。Shotsfollowedshotsinrapidsuccession。Thesmokeofthepowderhungaboutthesportsmen，whileinthegreatroomynetofthegamebagtherewereonlythreelight，smallsnipe。AndoftheseonehadbeenkilledbyVeslovskyalone，andonebybothofthemtogether。Meanwhile，fromtheothersideofthemarsh，camethesoundofStepanArkadyevich’sshots，notfrequent，but，asLevinfancied，welldirected，foralmostaftereachtheyheard`Krak，Krak，apporte！’

ThisexcitedLevinstillmore。Thesnipewerefloatingcontinuallyintheairoverthesedge。Theirwhirringwingsclosetotheearth，andtheirharshcrieshighintheair，couldbeheardonallsides；thesnipethathadrisenfirstandflownupintotheair，settledagainbeforethesportsmen。Insteadoftwohawkstherewerenowdozensofthemhoveringwithshrillcriesoverthemarsh。

Afterwalkingthroughthelargerhalfofthemarsh，LevinandVeslovskyreachedtheplacewherethepeasants’mowinggrasswasdividedintolongstripsreachingtothesedge，markedoffinoneplacebythetrampledgrass，inanotherbyapathmownthroughit。Halfofthesestripshadalreadybeenmown。

Thoughtherewasnotsomuchhopeoffindingbirdsintheuncutpartasthecutpart，LevinhadpromisedStepanArkadyevichtomeethim，andsohewalkedonwithhiscompanionthroughthecutanduncutpatches。

`Hi，hunters！’shoutedoneofagroupofpeasants，sittingonanunharnessedtelega:`Comeandhavesomelunchwithus！Haveadropofwine！’

Levinlookedround。

`Comealong，it’sallright！’shoutedagood-humored-lookingbeardedpeasantwitharedface，showinghiswhiteteethinagrin，andholdingupagreenishbottlethatflashedinthesunlight。

`Qu’est-cequ’ilsdisent？’askedVeslovsky。

`Theyinviteyoutohavesomevodka。Mostlikelythey’vebeendividingthemeadowintolots。Ishouldhavesome，’saidLevin，notwithoutsomeguile，hopingVeslovskywouldbetemptedbythevodka，andwouldgoofftothem。

`Whydotheyofferit？’

`Oh，they’remerrymaking。Really，youshouldjointhem。Youwouldbeinterested。’

`Allons，c’estcurieux。’

`Yougo，yougo，you’llfindthewaytothemill！’criedLevin，andlookingroundheperceivedwithsatisfactionthatVeslovsky，bentandstumblingwithweariness，holdinghisgunoutatarm’slength，wasmakinghiswayoutofthemarshtowardthepeasants。

`Youcometoo！’thepeasantshoutedtoLevin。`Neverfear！Tasteourpie！’

Levinfeltastronginclinationforadrinkofvodkaandabiteofbread。Hewasexhausted，andfeltitagreatefforttodraghisstaggeringlegsoutofthemire，andforaminutehehesitated。ButLaskawaspointing。

Andimmediatelyallhiswearinessvanished，andhewalkedlightlythroughtheswamptowardthedog。Asnipeflewupathisfeet；hefiredandkilledit。Laskastillpointed-`Fetchit！’Anotherbirdflewupclosetothedog。Levinfired。Butitwasanunluckydayforhim；hemissedit，andwhenhewenttolookfortheonehehadshot，hecouldnotfindthateither。

Hewanderedallaboutthesedge，butLaskadidnotbelievehehadshotit，andwhenhesenthertofindit，shepretendedtohuntforit，butdidnotreallydoso。

AndintheabsenceofVassenka，onwhomLevinthrewtheblameofhisfailure，thingswentnobetter。Therewasplentyofsnipestill，butLevinmadeonemissafteranother。

Theslantingraysofthesunwerestillhot；hisclothes，soakedthroughwithperspiration，stucktohisbody；hisleftbootfullofwaterweighedheavilyonhislegandsquelchedateverystep；thesweatranindropsdownhispowder-grimedface，hismouthwasfullofabittertaste，hisnoseofthesmellofpowderandstagnantwater，hisearswereringingwiththeincessantwhirofthesnipe；hecouldnottouchthebarrelofhisgun，itwassohot；hisheartbeatwithshort，rapidthrobs；hishandsshookwithexcitement，andhiswearylegsstumbledandstaggeredoverthehummocksandintheswamp，butstillhewalkedonandstillheshot。Atlast，afteradisgracefulmiss，heflunghisgunandhishatontheground。

`No，Imustcontrolmyself，’hesaidtohimself。Pickinguphisgunandhishat，hecalledLaska，andwentoutoftheswamp。Whenhegotontodrygroundhesatdownonahummock，pulledoffhisbootandemptiedit，thenwalkedtothemarsh，dranksomerust-tastingwater，moistenedtheburninghotbarrelofhisgun，andwashedhisfaceandhands。Feelingrefreshed，hewentbacktothespotwhereasnipehadsettled，firmlyresolvedtokeepcool。

Hetriedtobecalm，butitwasthesameagain。Hisfingerpressedthetriggerbeforehehadtakenagoodaimatthebird。Itgotworseandworse。

Hehadonlyfivebirdsinhisgamebagwhenhewalkedoutofthemarshtowardthealders，wherehewastorejoinStepanArkadyevich。

BeforehecaughtsightofStepanArkadyevichhesawhisdog。Krak，blackalloverwiththestinkingmireofthemarsh，dartedoutfrombehindthetwistedrootofanalder，and，withtheairofaconqueror，sniffedLaska。BehindKraktherecameintoviewintheshadeofthealdertreetheshapelyfigureofStepanArkadyevich。Hecametomeethim，redandperspiring，withunbuttonedneckband，stilllimpinginthesameway。

`Well？Youhavebeenpoppingaway！’hesaid，smilinggood-humoredly。

`Howhaveyougoton？’queriedLevin。Buttherewasnoneedtoask，forhehadalreadyseenthefullgamebag。

`Oh，prettyfair。’

Hehadfourteenbirds。

`Asplendidmarsh！I’venodoubtVeslovskygotinyourway。It’sawkwardtoo，shootingwithonedog，’saidStepanArkadyevich，tosoftenhistriumph。

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TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart6，Chapter11[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter11WhenLevinandStepanArkadyevichreachedthepeasant’shutwhereLevinalwaysusedtostay，Veslovskywasalreadythere。Hewassittinginthemiddleofthehut，clingingwithbothhandstothebenchfromwhichhewasbeingpulledbyasoldier，thebrotherofthepeasant’swife，whowashelpinghimoffwithhismiryboots。Veslovskywaslaughinghisinfectious，good-humoredlaugh。

`I’veonlyjustcome。Ilsonté；té；charmants。

Justfancytheygavemedrink，andfedme！Suchbread-itwasexquisite！Dé；licieux！Andthevodka-Inevertastedanybetter。Andtheywouldnottakeapennyforanything。Andtheykeptsaying:``Excuseourhomelyways。’’

`Whatshouldtheytakeanythingfor？Theywereentertainingyou，tobesure。Doyousupposetheykeepvodkaforsale？’saidthesoldier，succeedingatlastinpullingthesoakedbootoff，togetherwiththeblackenedstocking。

Inspiteofthedirtinessofthehut，whichwasallmuddiedbytheirbootsandthefilthydogslickingthemselvesclean，andthesmellsofthemarshandthepowderthatfilledtheroom，andtheabsenceofknivesandforks，thepartydranktheirteaandatetheirsupperwitharelishonlyknowntosportsmen。Washedandclean，theywentintoahaybarnsweptreadyforthem，wherethecoachmenhadbeenmakingupbedsforthegentlemen。

Thoughitwasdusk，notoneofthemwantedtogotosleep。

Afterwaveringamongreminiscencesandanecdotesofguns，ofdogs，andofformershootingparties，theconversationrestedonatopicthatinterestedallofthem。AfterVassenkahadseveraltimesoverexpressedhisappreciationofthisdelightfulsleepingplaceamongthefragranthay，thisdelightfulbrokentelega(hesupposedittobebrokenbecausetheshaftshadbeentakenout)，ofthegoodnatureofthepeasantswhohadtreatedhimtovodka，ofthedogswholayatthefeetoftheirrespectivemasters，OblonskybegantellingthemofadelightfulshootingpartyatMalthus’swherehehadstayedtheprevioussummer。Malthuswasawell-knowncapitalist，whohadmadehismoneybyspeculationinrailwayshares。StepanArkadyevichdescribedwhatsnipemoorsthisMalthushadtakenonleaseintheTverprovince，andhowtheywerepreserved，andofthecarriagesanddogcartsinwhichtheshootingpartyhadbeendriven，andtheluncheonpavilionthathadbeenriggedupatthemarsh。

`Idon’tunderstandyou，’saidLevin，sittingupinthehay；`howisitsuchpeopledon’tdisgustyou？IcanunderstandalunchwithLafitteisallverypleasant，butdon’tyoudislikejustthatverysumptuousness？

Allthesepeople，justlikeourtaxfarmersintheolddays，gettheirmoneyinawaythatgainsthemthecontemptofeveryone。Theydon’tcarefortheircontempt，andthentheyusetheirdishonestgainstobuyoffthecontempttheyhavedeserved。’

`Perfectlytrue！’chimedinVassenkaVeslovsky。`Perfectly！Oblonsky，ofcourse，goesoutofbonhomie，butotherpeoplesay:``Well，Oblonskystayswiththem。’’

`Notabitofit。’LevincouldhearthatOblonskywassmilingashespoke。`Isimplydon’tconsiderhimmoredishonestthananyotherwealthymerchantornobleman。They’veallmadetheirmoneyalike-bytheirworkandtheirintelligence。’

`Oh，bywhatwork？Doyoucallitworktogetholdofconcessionsandspeculatewiththem？’

`Ofcourseit’swork。Workinthissense，thatifitwerenotforhimandotherslikehim，therewouldhavebeennorailways。’

`Butthat’snotwork，liketheworkofapeasant，orinalearnedprofession。’

`Granted，butit’sworkinthesensethathisactivityproducesaresult-therailways。Butofcourseyouthinktherailwaysuseless。’

`No，that’sanotherquestion；Iamdisposedtoadmitthatthey’reuseful。Butallprofitthatisoutofproportiontothelaborexpendedisdishonest。’

`Butwhoistodefinewhatisproportionate？’

`Makingprofitbydishonestmeans，bytrickery，’saidLevin，consciousthathecouldnotdrawadistinctlinebetweenhonestyanddishonesty。

`Suchasbanking，forinstance，’hewenton。`It’sanevil-theamassingofhugefortuneswithoutlabor，justthesamethingaswiththetaxfarmers-it’sonlytheformthat’schanged。Leroiestmort，viveleroi！

Nosoonerwerethetaxfarmersabolishedthantherailwayscameup，andbankingcompanies；that，too，isprofitwithoutwork。’

`Yes，thatmayallbeverytrueandclever……Liedown，Krak！’

StepanArkadyevichcalledtohisdog，whowasscratchingandturningoverallthehay。Hewasobviouslyconvincedofthecorrectnessofhisposition，ands