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The Huntsman

A sultry, stifling midday. Not a cloudlet in the sky. . . . The sun-baked grass had a disconsolate, hopeless look: even if there were rain it could never be green again. . . . The forest stood silent, motionless,…

The Huntsman

by Anton ChekhovA SUL­TRY, sti­fling mid­day. Not a cloudlet in the sky…. The sun-baked grass had a dis­con­so­late, hope­less look: even if there were rain it could never be green again…. The for­est stood silent, mo­tion­less, as though it were…