"Through the open window he could see a flock of ducks with their young. Waddling and stumbling, they were hurrying down the road, apparently on their way to the pond. One duckling picked up a piece of gut that was lying on the ground, tried to swallow it, choked on it and raised an alarmed squeaking. Another duckling ran up, pulled the gut out of its beak and choked on the thing too....At some distance from the fence, in the lacy shadow cast on the grass by the young lindens, the cook Darya was wandering about, picking sorrel for a vegetable soup." - Anton Chekov.
