It was however impossible to keep back the dog, who found trails on the very path, and Olenin killed two more pheasants, so that after being detained by this it was getting towards noon before he began to find the place he was looking for.
The day was perfectly clear, calm, and hot.

The morning moisture had dried up even in the forest, and myriads of mosquitoes literally covered his face, his back, and his arms.

His dog had turned from black to grey, its back being covered with mosquitoes, and so had Olenin's coat through which the insects thrust their stings.

Olenin was ready to run away from them and it seemed to him that it was impossible to live in this country in the summer.

He was about to go home, but remembering that other people managed to endure such pain he resolved to bear it and gave himself up to be devoured.