"Really, there's not room.
Laska, back, Laska! You won't want another dog, will you?" Levin remained with the wagonette, and looked enviously at the sportsmen.
They walked right across the marsh.
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.