Author: Ivan Turgenev

Publisher: Prabhat Prakashan

Published: 2021-01-01

Total Pages: 125

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Years ago, with special fondness, I hunted near the village of Glinnoje, which is about twenty versts from my estate. It is probably the best hunting area in the whole counties. After searching all the fields and bushes for game, I went regularly to evening evening to the moorland - it was the only moorland in the whole area - and only went from there to my hospitable innkeeper, the village school of Glinnoje, where I in the hunting season always took place. From the moor I had scarcely two versts to go to the village; the path led through a lowland, and only half way up I had to climb over a not very high hill. On this hill is a small country estate, which consists of an uninhabited mansion and a garden. I almost always passed by at sunset, and the house, with the boarded-up shutters, bathed in the rays of the evening sun, always reminded me of a blind old man who had crawled out of his closet to warm himself in the sun.