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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
the speakers willingly take
always causes discomfort
southern boundary
beast always comes
incidentally captured
which are even closer
your smell will disappear
hold the lips
hunting with dogs
undoubtedly in reservoirs
Hunting mainly at dusk
fresh aspen branches
direct accordance
steal domestic birds
much by speed as by force
little frequented by hunters
knife and blade
In some areas
flowing lowland
Tyumen region
impassable scrublands
lower back
cannon can dive
freeze their hands
meat for them an unusual
hunter who raised them
which direction
peasants attacked
requires maximum
hares during the night
pistons or boots
larger fraction
inconvenience gives hunters
led to the reorientation
resolutely stopped
looking around
stuffed animal
switched to Pakistan
drag it in front of him
almost universal hunting
biggest advantage
hold weapons
baiting the greyhounds
commensurate with
burrow for a trap
