'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.
–Vaya; encontrará allí el sendero que lleva al molino exclamó Levin. Y al volverse vio con placer que Vaseñka, encorvándose y tropezando con sus cansados pies, y llevando el fusil a brazo, salía del carrizal para acercarse a los labriegos,