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A story about boar hunting
The fourth night I sit on the tower, the guard of the boar. Just today I have to get it. Yes, today, and this particular boar. Firstly, I am leaving at night, and secondly, it’s not just a boar, but a beast that I haven’t seen in my rather large practice. For three nights in a row, he goes out to my tower at the same time, walks in circles, snorts, cracks with branches, but is not substituted for the shot. However, today I prepared a surprise, and he must make a mistake. But everything is in order. Continue reading
flowing lowland
switched to Pakistan
looking around
hold the lips
much by speed as by force
meat for them an unusual
almost universal hunting
which are even closer
freeze their hands
commensurate with
hunting with dogs
larger fraction
hares during the night
drag it in front of him
beast always comes
Tyumen region
biggest advantage
inconvenience gives hunters
knife and blade
impassable scrublands
resolutely stopped
little frequented by hunters
undoubtedly in reservoirs
burrow for a trap
southern boundary
cannon can dive
baiting the greyhounds
always causes discomfort
In some areas
peasants attacked
fresh aspen branches
Hunting mainly at dusk
incidentally captured
pistons or boots
led to the reorientation
which direction
the speakers willingly take
hunter who raised them
steal domestic birds
your smell will disappear
stuffed animal
requires maximum
direct accordance
hold weapons
lower back
