Like many kids, I dreamed of a dog. And here I was gifted a puppy, a small and awkward daughter of a proud customs shepherd and a flying cockroach :) We lived at the time with our parents in the shelter (who doesn't know, room 17 square meters / m, common kitchen and bathroom), of course, my puppy's place there was unusual. And in the early summer I went to the village, with my best friend, Chapa! Thro the summer we were untouched by water, and into the forest and to the lake and on the great, everywhere together. It was a wonderful dog, smarter and more affectionate I had never met. But now it was August and by the end of the month I had to go back to town, school time. Every weekend I asked my parents to come to the village because Chapa was waiting for me there. A few months later, when I came to the village, I was not met by my hairy miracle. My grandfather said, “I have died. I was crying for two days, when it was time to go to the city, I also whispered my nose. My friend, my Chapa is dead. It was the end of everything. ...

A year has passed, summer has arrived. The pain was forgotten, removed.

On a bad day, I walked around the courtyard. On the trail, I noticed a dog getting worse, in the shrubs. And with a terrible crushing feeling in my chest, I recognized my Chapa in this dog. She ran to me with a gallop, I hugged her in tears, and she licked my tears.

I couldn’t believe in the reality of this occurrence, as it was all...

It turned out, like Chapa was a fox, during the rush, cows ran to her and my relatives gave her to some alkasha, to a distant huthor. She was put on a chain. Here is all that.

Do you think I was allowed to leave her?

No is.

My Chapa was returned to that Alkasha, and I went there every day to see her. Alkas was tired of it and he just struck my Chapa with pollen in my eyes.

A few years later, he snatched the tail of his companion and left for life, before this knife struck his father.



The pets, the boys. I write tears in my eyes again. Scuco.