Levin was so irritated that he could not help exclaiming, "I should think you might have left something for me!" and he felt like crying.
"Then cook me a woodcock," he said, with trembling voice, to Filipp, trying not to look at Vasenka, "and bring me some milk."
But after he drank his milk he was mortified because he had shown his disappointment so plainly and before a stranger, and he began to laugh at himself for his anger.
In the afternoon they went out into the fields again, and even Veslovsky shot several birds, and at night they went home.
They were as gay on their return as they had been while going. Veslovsky now sang songs, and now told of his adventures with the muzhiks who gave him his vodka and bade him drink it down quick. Then he related his nocturnal experiences with the nuts and the farm girl, and the muzhik who asked him if he was married or not, and who, when he found that he was not married, said to him: "Well, you'd better not be running after other folks' women; first of all go home and get a wife for yourself."
This advice greatly amused Veslovsky.
"Well, on the whole, I am awfully glad we went, aren't you, Levin?"
"Very glad," replied Levin, sincerely, and he was especially happy because he no longer felt that animosity which he had felt at home toward Vasenka Veslovsky; but, on the other hand, had conceived a genuine friendship for him.
CHAPTER XIV
About ten o'clock the next morning, after inspecting the farm, Levin knocked at the door of the room in which Vasenka had spent the night.
"Entrez" cried Veslovsky. "Excuse me, but I am just finishing my ablutions," he added, with a smile, standing before Levin in his bare skin.
