Book Hunt, brother, hunt.

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It is sorry me people, never warming the soul at a hunting fire, not hearing the evening song of woodcock in spring, чуфыканья of uttering its mating call black grouse, пересвисты of hazel-hens and uterine roar сохатого in the autumn forest, where air is crystal transparent and fresh. People not going away to morning fog to meet a waking up after the forest sun. That after the long wandering on bogs and wind-fallen trees did not return home with a long-awaited trophy were not sincerely happy from the last meeting with the primordial world of Wild-life.

The book’s text has been translated from the original language using an artificial intelligence system. In most cases, the translation is accurate and clear, but occasionally there may be incorrect phrasing or individual words left untranslated.
Name of the Author
Чистополов Vladimir Ivanovich
Number of pages
322
Language
Ukrainian
Cover
Hard
Age
12
Release date
2004

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Book Hunt, brother, hunt.

It is sorry me people, never warming the soul at a hunting fire, not hearing the evening song of woodcock in spring, чуфыканья of uttering its mating call black grouse, пересвисты of рябчико...

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