Oblonsky quietly aimed at another which was flying low toward the sedges, and at the moment of the report that one too fell, and it could be seen jumping up among the cut sedges, fluttering with one white-edged uninjured wing.
Sonó el tiro y el ave cayó. Se la veía saltar entre la hierba segada, agitando el ala, blanca por debajo, que no había sido alcanzada por el disparo.