"Damnit yerself," replied the grass at Kostya's feet. "Some people're enjoyin' themselves. Relax already."

And laughter. Again. Pointed, this time.

When he looked down towards where the voice had come from, he found himself confronted with firstly lots of be-flowered meadow grass, second a rock, albeit a fairly nice rock, and third a rather large, umber-colored newt.