'Go along! Go, you'll find the way to the mill!' cried Levin, and on looking round was pleased to see Veslovsky making his way out of the marsh toward the peasants, stooping and stumbling with his weary feet and holding his gun at arm's length.
— Andate, andate, troverete la strada per il mulino! — gridò Levin e, voltandosi, vide con piacere che Veslovskij, curvo e incespicante, con le gambe stanche e il fucile nella mano tesa, si tirava fuori dalla palude verso i contadini.