Another sad story (particularly impressionable not read) Bashny.Net

Golden sparks of morning light fell on the first snow had fallen during the night, and he lit up and sparkled with myriads of small flares, blinding everyone around him. Each snowflake has its own way unusual and beautiful, was making its own special marvelous light, charming and attractive. But not for long lie this magnificence. After a few hours awake city trample it into slush millions of feet and car tires, mud brown smear on the sidewalks and squares.

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Troshkov was an ordinary bum, tramp, what many on the streets of Moscow. Every morning he got out of the basement or shed where God has granted it a night and went to beg or collect bottles in the street, dragging his simple belongings. However, it is always possible to see Kuzyu - yellow and gray dog ​​strange breed.
 Troshkov Kuzyu found a few years ago when fleeing from the cold, wandered into the entrance of a house. Tramp crawled under the stairs and fell asleep there, wrapped in a blanket, and the next morning noticed that next to him perched puppy who nozzles, curled up on his chest. "Oh, you durilka! Well, if it came to himself, will now have to be seen together, we grieve with you "- I thought Troshkov and took the dog with me. When he raised Kuzyu arms, he noticed that his neck tied some small trinket.
 "Look-ka medal! A dog is a pedigree! Maybe even some rare breed! "- The tramp his seventh decade, and his eyes were no longer the ones he could not see what was written on the label, and so I just wrapped it in a napkin and carefully put it in his pocket.
 Since Kuzma accompanied him everywhere. He was unpretentious and quickly got used to wandering life. Troshkov taught him different dog teams and even helped tramp collecting bottles. However, he often cheat - instead of glass of beer brought plastic from under the soda, which do not cost anything.
 Troshkov never hit his favorite, but something told him that the dog's tail and pursed flee in search of the "right" bottle. - Well, just a real bum neither give nor take. You just take a look how he lovingly refers to the packaging, - he joked Troshkina friends, such as the homeless, as well as himself.
 On this Troshkov offended: "Well, what is he a bum! He's a thoroughbred! He has a medal and if you want to know! We were still at the shows will take first place! "And if the disputants are not abated, Troshkov out of his pocket his handkerchief and slowly unwrapped it for effect, showing the public the dog" medal. " One evening Kuzma returned. And there was only the next day. Delighted Troshkov rushed to his favorite, but he noticed that the dog that something is wrong.
 The dog limped sadly, pulling to the left. Troshkov rushed to him and was horrified: the entire side have been scalded dog - hair on it, and got out almost completely protruded from reddened meat only few scraps.
 "Lord, who is it you?" - Cried, fussed Troshkov - "What is it? But how could this happen? "He ran to the dog and took her in his arms. We see Kuze was very painful, because he whined. But it does not growl, and quietly licked the owner in person, or comforting, or encouraging it.
 "Comrade militiaman! And where is the hospital for animals? "- Threw a sentry Troshkov. He muttered something between his teeth and stared at the ground, as if not noticing him standing in front of a man. "Well, where is it?" - Insisted tramp. Without waiting for an answer, he turned to the first that fell passer, and then to another. Finally he was shown.
 Troshkov flew into the veterinary clinic waiting room, holding a dog in her arms. People who saw him in dirty tattered rags in leaky long Relations boots and repeatedly darned pants with raised knees, holding the hands of the mutilated dog started back in hand, stood at the wall, you do not accidentally get dirty, do not mess about it, and he was not noticing, burst into the office of the surgeon. - Here, look what the dog!
 Yeah do not fuss, a citizen, do not fuss! What happened? - The doctor looked up from bumagi.- Lord, how you ... but how do you let here? Who it? - He suddenly began to wheeze.
 -Weather! Well the wait! Well, the doctor! - Humbly began to wail Troshkov. - Yes, it's not just a dog! It is not mine!
 -A Whose?
 - Well, I found her in the stairwell. But she pedigree - he quickly began to assure the doctor. - Here's a thoroughbred! Medal have! Now you see for yourself! A second! Troshkov pulled out his medal and showed the vet: "Here! Look! "The doctor studied her a few seconds, then she looked at Troshkov and suddenly softened. "Well, now I have your dog bandage. Save your medalist. " He smeared Kuzin side some medicine and then rewound bandage.
 "Only here more than a foot! Clear? "Troshkov nodded.