Except little birds and peewits, of which Vassenka killed one, there was nothing in the marsh.
"Come, you see now that it was not that I grudged the marsh," said Levin, "only it's wasting time.
" "Oh, no, it was jolly all the same.
Did you see us?" said Vassenka Veslovsky, clambering awkwardly into the wagonette with his gun and his peewit in his hands.
" How splendidly I shot this bird! Didn't I? Well, shall we soon be getting to the real place?" The horses started off suddenly, Levin knocked his head against the stock of someone's gun, and there was the report of a shot.