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The owner stroked his hand

Shaggy red back:

- Goodbye, brother! Although I'm sorry, I won't hide it,

But I will still leave you.

Threw the collar under the bench

And disappeared under the echoing canopy,

Where is the colorful human anthill

He poured into the express carriages.

The dog did not howl even once.

And only behind a familiar back

Two brown eyes were watching

With almost human melancholy.

An old man at the station entrance

He said: - What? Abandoned, poor thing?

Ah, if only you were of good breed...

Otherwise, it's just a simple mongrel!

The fire above the chimney began to rage,

The locomotive roared as loud as it could,

He stamped his feet on the spot like a bull

And he rushed into the stormy night.

In the carriages, forgetting about the troubles,

They smoked, laughed, dozed...

Here, apparently, it's about a red mongrel

We didn't think about it, we didn't remember.

The owner didn't know that somewhere

Along the sleepers, exhausted,

Behind the red flickering light

The dog runs out of breath!

Having stumbled, he rushes again,

Paws are broken on stones until they bleed,

That the heart is ready to jump out

Out from the open mouth!

The owner did not know that the forces

Suddenly they left the body at once,

And, hitting his forehead on the railing,

The dog flew under the bridge...

The wave carried the body under the snags...

Old man! You don't know nature:

After all, it could be the body of a mongrel,

And the heart is of the purest breed!