Хозяин погладил рукою Лохматую рыжую спину: — Прощай,...

Boss stroked his hand
Shaggy red back:
- Goodbye, brother! Though sorry for me, I will not hide
But still I will leave you.
Threw collar under the bench
And disappeared under the echoing canopy,
Where motley human anthill
Poured into express cars.
The dog did not howl once.
And just behind the familiar back
Watched two brown eyes
With almost human longing.
The old man at the station entrance
Said that? Left, poor thing?
Oh, be a good breed ...
And then after all a simple mongrel!
The fire over the pipe swept,
Roared locomotive that is urine,
On the spot, like a bull, trampled
And rushed in bad weather nights.
In the wagons, forgetting the scrape,
They smoked, laughed, napped ...
Here you can see about the red-haired mongrel
They did not think, did not remember.
I did not know the owner that somewhere
By the ties, exhausted,
Behind the red flickering light
The dog is running out of breath!
Stumbling, rushes again,
The blood paws on the stones are broken,
That jump heart is ready
Out of the open jaws!
I did not know the owner that the forces
Suddenly left the body at once,
And, knocking his forehead on the railing,
The dog flew under the bridge ...
The corpse of the wave was demolished under the snags ...
Old man! You do not know nature:
After all, there may be a body of mutts,
And the heart - the purest breed!