Talk about apartment theft. The monologue of one of the participants
I liked that I reproduced it.

No, men, the best rescue is a dog. Here you say –
Extraordinary security. Your security guard will be there.
Home to live? No is! The dog lives.

I was a boy when we took a rottweiler puppy.
The farmer told me not to think of raising anger in him! He is,
He is a guard of nature. My husband and I grew up together. Our whole family.
He knew, of course, but the master recognized only me. When I slept
As I went to sleep, he came into my room and spit at the door. And no one could
to enter. He immediately rattled his nose, showed the cries and whistled.
My mother fed him. He licked her hands. When she woke me up to school,
I could only go from the corridor.
Will your outdoors sleep on the floor at the entrance?
He loved fighting with other dogs. His eyes are under his forehead.
They hanged. I looked at the white. Or did not look at it at all.
I remember not knowing that dogs fighting for their back legs.
He broke up with his neighbor’s cabbage. I try them.
Get in between them. He got hot and grabbed me a couple of times.
In the hole, the little boy entered.

The Gypsies wanted to cleanse us.
My grandfather was in the garden, and I was in the house.
The dog slept somewhere in the shade behind the house.
The Gypsies are ugly.

They go crawling in the street. They see a grandfather in the garden forging in the house.
The windows and doors are quiet. Six men separated from the crowd, and
Go through the hole to our garden. My grandfather said shortly, “We’ll drink.” A is
Through the yard to the house. and fast. I saw them from my room.
When I heard it, I thought, “The dog is not tied.”
They are running away from the dog. A broken bed with a hand.
He holds on. They didn’t even fit in the cylinder. through the fence
They switched. The dog was able to catch two more. But he was calm.
I looked after them and left the house again.

I said he knew our whole family. In degree of affinity.
I understood. My aunt lived nearby and visited us often. He is her
We were allowed to go in and out, even if none of us were at home.
It was not allowed to take anything.
Here she brought a roast. She pulled it out of the cage, planted it, wanted to take it
In order to polish, he showed his teeth. Oh, it cannot mean. I wanted my
Damn, fuck the two! Nor can I! I gave, I gave, I gave
already our own.

I could walk him out of the yard.
He loved to come to the sandbox and watch the children play. lying
I looked around, looked, looked, and looked again.
Other dogs were driven away.
The kids were tired of their forms and cuddles, they played with him. Stolen him
Sand in the eyes and ears. I wondered why his eyes were red.
Grandmothers first feared him, were angry with me, then used to him.

It is good that he is here. Yesterday he wasn’t there, so wandering dogs in
The sandstone guessed. Send it here more often. Only myself
Approach at times. He doesn’t allow us children out of the sandbox.
to take.