They come to a small marsh and Levin wants to continue, but the other men insist on shooting there; Levin waits with the carriages, and the others hit nothing. Veslovsky stupidly misfires his gun. At the next marsh, when Levin finally gets a turn to shoot, not only does Veslovsky interrupt his shot, but he accidently lets the horses get stuck in the mud, and Levin pulls them out himself. After lunch, Veslovsky merrily insists on driving the horses to make up for his clumsiness.
The geographical bickering among the men makes Levin feel emasculated, since they override his opinions, even though he knows the countryside best. Veslovsky disrupts Levin’s accustomed way of proceeding just as he has disrupted his peace of mind and made him feel jealous.