Picking his steps, he moved up to the dog.

"Fetch it!" Not a grouse but a snipe flew up from beside the dog.

Levin had lifted his gun, but at the very instant when he was taking aim, the sound of splashing grew louder, came closer, and was joined with the sound of Veslovsky's voice, shouting something with strange loudness.

Levin saw he had his gun pointed behind the snipe, but still he fired.