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Chapter 9 "Well, now what's our plan of campaign? Tell us all about it," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Our plan is this. Now we're driving to Gvozdyov. In Gvozdyov there's a grouse marsh on this side, and beyond Gvozdyov come some magnificent snipe marshes where there are grouse too. It's hot now, and we'll get there—it's fifteen miles or so—towards evening and have some evening shooting; we'll spend the night there and go on tomorrow to the bigger moors." "And is there nothing on the way?" "Yes; but we'll reserve ourselves; besides it's hot. There are two nice little places, but I doubt there being anything to shoot." Levin would himself have liked to go into these little places, but they were near home; he could shoot them over any time, and they were only little places—there would ha