“From early morning rain clouds covered the sky; it was quiet, not hot and boring, as it happens on gray, cloudy days, when clouds have long been hanging over the field, you wait for rain, but there is no rain. The veterinarian Ivan Ivanovich and the gymnasium teacher Burkin were already tired of walking, and the field seemed to them endless. Far ahead, the windmills of the village of Mironositskoye were barely visible, on the right a row of hills stretched and then disappeared far beyond the village, and both of them knew that this was a river bank, there were meadows, green willows, estates, and if you stand on one of the hills, you can see from there the same huge field, the telegraph and the train, which from a distance looks like a crawling caterpillar, and in clear weather even the city can be seen from there. Now, in calm weather, when all nature seemed meek and pensive, Ivan Ivanovich and Burkin were imbued with love for this field, and both thought about how great, how beautiful this country is … «
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