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Chapter 3

           Theearthinthekitchengardenlookedwetandblackandglistenedlikepoppyseedandatashortdistancemergedintothedull,moistveilofmist.Nicholaswentoutintothewetandmuddyporch.Therewasasmellofdecayingleavesandofdog.Mílka,ablack-spotted,broad-haunchedbitchwithprominentblackeyes,gotuponseeinghermaster,stretchedherhindlegs,laydownlikeahare,andthensuddenlyjumpedupandlickedhimrightonhisnoseandmustache.Anotherborzoi,adog,catchingsightofhismasterfromthegardenpath,archedhisbackand,rushingheadlongtowardtheporchwithliftedtail,beganrubbinghimselfagainsthislegs.

           “O-hoy!”cameatthatmoment,thatinimitablehuntsman’scallwhichunitesthedeepestbasswiththeshrillesttenor,androundthecornercameDanieltheheadhuntsmanandheadkennelman,agray,wrinkledoldmanwithhaircutstraightoverhisforehead,Ukrainianfashion,alongbentwhipinhishand,andthatlookofindependenceandscornofeverythingthatisonlyseeninhuntsmen.HedoffedhisCircassiancaptohismasterandlookedathimscornfully.Thisscornwasnotoffensivetohismaster.NicholasknewthatthisDaniel,disdainfulofeverybodyandwhoconsideredhimselfabovethem,wasallthesamehisserfandhuntsman.

           “Daniel!”Nicholassaidtimidly,consciousatthesightoftheweather,thehounds,andthehuntsmanthathewasbeingcarriedawaybythatirresistiblepassionforsportwhichmakesamanforgetallhispreviousresolutions,asaloverforgetsinthepresenceofhismistress.

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