It was almost midnight, I sat in a comfortable chair and observed the view out of my window. The streets were empty, naked trees were waiting for snow, lonely lanterns lighted up road for homeless dogs and hobos. Time after time cars passed very fast, and young people, students, laughed loud as they returned home or went somewhere somewhere. But, suddenly the street grew calm.
A pack of 7 dogs looked for warmth and food. The boss of the pack was a big white dog, with short ears and a long fluffy tail, like a wolf. The dog was clean with shiny hair. It was very tidy. The boss was really graceful and somehow proud, because it was the first. It helped me to understand that it was a she. I called her “Whitey”. Then I imagined her past life, because obviously she wasn’t like others. The dog annoyed her owners and they just threw her out. I understood this because she was brought up better then the others. She proudly carried her head. They ferret out in a heap of leaves and then in to the rubbish, but Whitey didn’t and everyone brought food for her.
In a second a hobo appeared, the pack made a dash for him. They barked at him loudly. He opened his bag and gave them something to eat. It was his breakfast. It was difficult to contemplate. They were eating with the speed of light and wanted more. The poor hobo was standing in his rags with those big bags and nothing else. I could only heard glass bootless knock to each other. He come up to the branch, drew the old blanket out of his bag and spread it on the branch. He laid down and covered his tatters. The dogs became his faithful friends, started to protect him by sitting near the branch. Whitey was in head of the pack. There were no light, - so I could only see the steam which went out of his mouth. So, it was clear: outside was really cold weather.
The picture was really kind and I was nearly to crying. In one episode I saw how cruel and good people can be. The world is mad. I was exhausted and went to see my happy dreams.
A pack of 7 dogs looked for warmth and food. The boss of the pack was a big white dog, with short ears and a long fluffy tail, like a wolf. The dog was clean with shiny hair. It was very tidy. The boss was really graceful and somehow proud, because it was the first. It helped me to understand that it was a she. I called her “Whitey”. Then I imagined her past life, because obviously she wasn’t like others. The dog annoyed her owners and they just threw her out. I understood this because she was brought up better then the others. She proudly carried her head. They ferret out in a heap of leaves and then in to the rubbish, but Whitey didn’t and everyone brought food for her.
In a second a hobo appeared, the pack made a dash for him. They barked at him loudly. He opened his bag and gave them something to eat. It was his breakfast. It was difficult to contemplate. They were eating with the speed of light and wanted more. The poor hobo was standing in his rags with those big bags and nothing else. I could only heard glass bootless knock to each other. He come up to the branch, drew the old blanket out of his bag and spread it on the branch. He laid down and covered his tatters. The dogs became his faithful friends, started to protect him by sitting near the branch. Whitey was in head of the pack. There were no light, - so I could only see the steam which went out of his mouth. So, it was clear: outside was really cold weather.
The picture was really kind and I was nearly to crying. In one episode I saw how cruel and good people can be. The world is mad. I was exhausted and went to see my happy dreams.
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