Story about Village and Brave Dog
From the "Country Tales" (translation by Marqus Cane, my good friend)
It was long ago, in my village in summer 2004. Then I was no less than 11 years. Even then she was alive, my favorite grandmother, who has always supported me. Life without her grandmother while for me did not exist, my grandmother was a mainstay in all. In the village we always went to all the staff, along with his grandparents. As always, in the middle of July we were visited by mom and dad. In 2004, the Pope was unable to attend due to work and came only one mother. I remember we always went for a walk around the neighborhood of our village with my grandmother, grandfather and mother. We often went to the lake through a small street called kittens. The street that was named so because of the fact that at the beginning of the XX century in the lake, located at the end of the street, drowned kittens. However, then for me, this street was called not kittens and Street Angry Dogs. On this street there lived many farmers had in the courts of two or even three dogs. their dogs were vicious, and not tolerated outsiders. We are always armed with sticks, when they passed through the streets, passing the various houses of the local residents. Dogs here were angry not so much by the presence of strangers, but because of their puppies. Recently, a dog gave birth on the street three young puppies. It is learned all the villagers. Out of fear that the puppies do harm to people, the dog was very embittered. As we have heard, from the bites of the dog suffered a lot of people. And I, too, suffered from this dog, which is protected throughout their offspring. We came back, I remember just off the lake. We always went there to look at the water, and to reflect on the meaning of life. At this time, my grandmother was not with us, she was cooking dinner at home. We were three: me, my mother and my grandfather. We were across the street Kittens, heading to our home, located next to the village church. Grandpa went ahead, armed with a stick. My mother followed him, looking in all directions. I, unfortunately, went back, counting crows. I still regret that I had then with him was not a stick or a gun. My carelessness and irresponsibility of large led me that day.
Passing by the house of some wealthy farmers, I have not noticed how almost stepped on a peacefully sleeping puppies. these puppies seem to have been born recently. Then I did not even have time to consider them. What color was their hair, what breed they were cubs, - all this, I did not remember. Grandfather and mother went ahead and talked quietly. Grandpa said something mother, who assented to it and nodded. I walked and thought about what today will prepare us for lunch grandmother. My thoughts are interrupted unpleasant surprise.
In one second, someone grabbed me by the leg back, abruptly sank his teeth and let go. I turned back. Little black dog ran away from me towards the house of his master. At first I thought she just ran home peacefully. But suddenly I felt my left leg hurts. It's like taking a walk, I got burned. But no burns or injuries, I could not get, I carefully watch him when I go somewhere. Now I realized that actually happened.
It turns out that while I was passing by the house of wealthy farmers, where she lived, this black dog, I noticed how almost stepped on a sleeping puppies. Their evil mother sensed danger, and to protect their pups, and immediately chased rubles gained my leg. After this case, I always look around.
Yes, I remember, there was a lot of blood when it was discovered that I was bitten by a dog. Mother and grandfather immediately ran up to me, took me to the house. Then my grandmother bandaged my wound. Mother and grandfather immediately called the emergency room, and behind me came a white car with a red cross. I wanted to put in the hospital, but the doctors looked at my wound, and decided that I would come to him himself. I went to the emergency room for a few days and made shots. Soon, my wound healed, and the bite was gone.
But the fear remains, which is then tortured me for many, many years. Since that time, I was afraid of dogs, afraid of panic, as if something terrible. Until now, when I see a dog, even small and bald, I begin to fear it. Of course, I knew that the dog is essentially weaker than men, and as a bolt from the blue, I was struck somewhere I heard the phrase a long time. And weak become strong when it comes to their lives or the lives of their offspring. But now I realize it. After all, a lot of known cases where blackbirds furious rush to the crows trying to eat their eggs and destroy nests. The sages used to say that the nest of an eagle and the raven beats. This adage of the ancient Slavs long remembered me, and to this day I remember it by heart, and I know the meaning of.
As for the dog that bit me, then host it soon shot. It was rumored that she was bitten more than a dozen people. Even the owner of it more than once suffered, and his wife and children even more so, because the dog does not distinguish between friends and foes when it comes to protecting her puppies. Of course, the people invented a myth that a rabid dog, and they say, it shot right. But if this story paste the proverb, which I mentioned earlier, it becomes clear that the dog was absolutely normal. It's just much loved her puppies, and they were ready to sacrifice their lives. And I imagine the power of love, which moved this little plyugavenkoy dog and make her fearless creature, ready to defend their young even at the cost of his own life. And this is the case, when love does not only man, but also a dog is much stronger. The verdict is incredibly simple: the dog was a loving mother. After all, people still almost the same. Any mother if he sees that hurt her child, immediately rushes to his aid. So I do not blame either the dog or its owners. In terms of safety the dog was right, and I am proud to tell this to all your loved ones. What if I accidentally passed and stepped on her puppies? What then would it be? It could have been such, nothing is impossible