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