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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov: calling, and in the swamps close by something alive droned
pitifully with a sound like blowing into an empty bottle. A snipe
flew by, and the shot aimed at it rang out with a gay, resounding
note in the spring air. But when it began to get dark in the
forest a cold, penetrating wind blew inappropriately from the
east, and everything sank into silence. Needles of ice stretched
across the pools, and it felt cheerless, remote, and lonely in
the forest. There was a whiff of winter.
Ivan Velikopolsky, the son of a sacristan, and a student of the
clerical academy, returning home from shooting, walked all the
time by the path in the water-side meadow. His fingers were numb
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