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