The party of sportsmen spent the night in a peasant’s hut on some newly mown hay. The moon peeped in at the window; from the street came the mournful wheezing of a concertina; from the hay came a sickly sweet, faintly troubling scent. The sportsmen talked about dogs, about women, about first love, and about snipe. Read in English, unabridged.
|Read by:||Max Bollinger|
|Running time:||00h 16'|
|Copyright audio:||Interactive Media|
|Type support:||Download: 1 mp3|