'There is not room for three: I'll wait here,' said Levin, hoping they would find nothing but the peewits, which the dogs had raised, and which, swaying as they flew, cried plaintively above the marsh.
— In tre staremo stretti. Io rimarrò qui — disse Levin, sperando che non avrebbero trovato niente all’infuori delle pavoncelle che, levatesi a causa dei cani e dondolandosi in volo, piangevano lamentosamente sopra la palude,