The police superintendent Otchumyelov while walking across the market square, saw red-haired policeman strides after him with a sieve full of confiscated gooseberries in his hands .”So you bite, You damned brute ?”Lads, don’t let him go biting is prohibited -hold him”There is the sound of a dog yelping. A man with his waistcoat unbuttoned is chasing her. He runs after her and seizes the dog by her hind legs .”It looks like a row, your honour -says the policeman. He sees a man standing close by the gate of the timber yard, holding his right hand in the air and displaying a bleeding finger to the crowd. He is half-drunken This man was a goldsmith. The culprit who has caused the sensation, a white borzoi puppy, sitting on the ground with her four paws outstretched in the middle of the crowd, trembling all over and there is an expression of misery and terror in her tearful eyes. The man said to the police superintendent, “I was talking about firewood to Mitritch when this brute for no reason bit my finger so I must have damages I shouldn’t be able to use this finger for a week -If everyone is going to be bitten, life won’t be worth living .”Whose dog is it “I will teach him a lesson “Find out whose dog this is and draw up a report? And the dog must be strangled without any delay- said the superintendent “I fancy it’s General Zhigalov’s says someone in the crowd .”You must get damages for it “Your honour, she had the sense to snap at him. He is a nonsensical fellow ” Don’t argue, I know it too. The General has valuable dogs, but there is no coat, no shape -And to keep a dog like that Where is the sense of it You have been injured Hryukin ,and we can’t let the matter drop .’You take it to the general ‘s and inquire there And tell them not to let it out into the street . It may be a valuable dog, and if every swine goes sticking a cigar in its mouth .it will soon be ruined .”It’s a stray dog. There is no need to waste time talking about it .”It’s not our dog Prohor goes on “It belongs to the general ‘s brother “Well, I never -he couldn’t stay away from his brother So this is his honor’s dog ?”‘It’s not a bad pup. A lively creature Snapped at this fellow’s finger Ha, ha Why you are shivering?-a Nice little pup. Prohor calls the dog, and walk’s away from the timber yard with her. The crowd laughs at Hryukin.
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