What kind of bird may that be?' added Ryabinin, looking contemptuously at the snipe. 'Something tasty?' and he shook his head disapprovingly as if much doubting whether this game were worth the candle.
Ma che uccelli son codesti? — aggiunse Rjabinin guardando sprezzante le beccacce. — Be’, un certo sapore lo avranno! — E scosse il capo, disapprovando e dubitando assai che il giuoco valesse la candela.