The smile of the soul (Pavel Karabanov)
Luba was already in its eighth year. And although she recently said goodbye to kindergarten and went to first class, she felt quite adult. School life allowed the Luba to take a new look at the world around us. He began to play with new bright colors, impressions, friends, emotions, experiences and knowledge. The world seemed to Luba is huge and beautiful. Lyuba has changed. Collecting toy puppies, listen to stories, play with puppets in the game of "hare and wolf" with daddy, she felt something children, not solid for its new school status. Although Luba is still very fond of all my Hobbies, especially their Pets - a collection of fluffy puppies, which she had more than fifty pieces. Each four-legged friend came with a magazine with a description of the breed, each had its own serial number. Luba remembered all the numbers by heart, and could place them as she often did with dad, in order.
Mama Luba Tatiana, also loved dogs. This love was from her childhood and passed on to her by inheritance. As he told Mom: "My late father loved animals and these feelings were always mutual." Dog doted on Mom. Some, apparently, only to a known method, they found each other, and in every way showed their friendly attitude. Mother always fed them, smiled at them,stroking. Sometimes even kissing. Dog smiled at her in reply, wagging their tails, running around, hugging paws and licking. They were happy as children when they met a kindred soul. A variety of breeds, in different moods and under different circumstances, was equally tender and gentle, meeting the Mother. They smiled at her with all his open soul, with all your heart four-legged friend the most sincere and devoted.
Due to the fact that Luba's father was an officer and he was sent for a year on a business trip to the Chechen Republic, the whole family left for a year's native Saint Petersburg. In a military town, where the family settled Luba, there were a lot of people as well as cats and dogs. Four-legged friends quickly met Lubenau mother Tatyana. It is every day, at lunch or after work, went to the store and bought three hundred grams of sausage or other treats for their friends, asked the seller immediately to cut the sausage slices, there was enough for everyone four-legged. Especially Tatiana loved one dog living in the yard of the military hospital. She was expecting puppies and occasionally barking at passers-by, as if giving to understand that it is not necessary to offend. Sensing the approach of Tatiana, she always ran, wagging his tail and happily greeting her. Her name was Gerda. Tatiana called it. Gerda was not against it. Gerda never looked to his nurse in a bag or pack, but only domains to her, he gave her a smile all his dog's soul.
In the spring Gerda was born seven puppies. These clumsy kids very funny chase each other around the yard. Gerda always protected their children, walking along next to them. Sometimes she even had to bark at those who hurt her kids.
Once the lube had a dream. In it she walked along Bolshoi prospect, brightly lit by the rays of the summer sun. It was a warm day. Luba saw that near the flower beds is a dog. The dog was white with brown spots. She looked hungry and tired. Her coat was dirty. She put her head on his front paws and looked kind brown eyes directly to Luba.
- You draw? - asked Luba, approaching her closer.
- You must be hungry...?
The dog yawned and replied:
- Yes, I draw. Hungry? Everyone asks about it. True... few feeds. And even ask my name. Strange you people. Everyone calls me as he pleases, and wants to know my name. I would like to know which of the hundreds of names people call me my real name. Let it be a "Bug". This name is my name more often. Yes, perhaps a Bug.
- You can talk? - surprised Luba.
- No, not at all, ' replied the Beetle. More precisely, say I, like all dogs, can. Only here very few people is able to hear and understand our words, our dog language. The more that You people, being able to talk with each other in one language, sometimes they themselves do not understand each other, and even hear... What can we say about us dogs. If, in response to the request for the piece of food or a wish of a good day, you don't throw a stone and say "come here!" then it is good for us dogs, it is possible and not to dream. By the way, what's your name?
- Luba - little confusedly said Lyuba asked, sitting down next to Bugs:
- Do You often hurt?
- Hurt? Hurt... the Bug appeared to be thinking and after a moment replied:
- It is not that we are often hurt. In fact, hurting only those people who are very unhappy and that apparently hurt more than us. After all, a happy man does not need to throw in a dog with a rock or shout obscenities. He's happy. Sorry that there among the little people. Well, that is! The bug stopped. Her eyes glistened with tears. Lyuba was silent too. She thought. She remembered how the boys in the yard of her home in St. Petersburg threw a stone at a stray dog as she sasselov, done not knowing what was happening and what she's guilty, sideways recoiled in strontium and ran away. These guys laughed after her. Luba felt ashamed. It's a shame not for the boys in the yard. It was a shame for all the people, among whom it belongs. For people who know how to drive the cars, trains and planes, work on computers, I know a few languages, and thus don't understand such a simple dog language - the voices of the defenseless dog's soul. Of the soul into which everyone can throw a stone and few people can simply understand. Luba woke up.
She was determined to help Mom to feed the dogs, to protect them from bullies and talk to them, hear their hearts. All day she waited for the evening when I can with my Mom to go to feed Gerd and her kids.
Tatiana came home from work sad. Entering the kitchen, Luba saw the Mother sitting and crying. Her tears were like tears Bugs.
- Mom, what happened? - asked Luba came to Mom and hugging her gently by the shoulders. - Do not cry! Maybe trouble at work? Nonsense! Let's go feed the dogs together! I'll tell You about my dream last night.
Mama Luba, cried more than ever and, with a trembling voice replied: "Feed them we won't go..."
- How? Why, Mom? - not understanding asked Luba.
Mom said through her tears very softly: "no more... In the military you were part of the shooting yard dogs, and Gerd along with puppies was shot." Lyuba was crying together with Mom.
This day forever changed her attitude towards stray dogs and people who have houses but no heart to understand and love four-legged friends.
Returning to St. Petersburg, Luba along with several guys from her new class and class teacher bought a lot of dog food and took him to the shelter for dogs in the Leningrad region. Luba took his Dad. They fed the dogs and talked with each. The soul four-legged friends smiled. It seemed that the dog not at the shelter and am extremely happy. They have good eyes, faithfully looking through the bars of the cage, you could see their sincere gratitude and love. Lyuba even began to cry from happiness, and saw in the dog's eyes reflected his soul.
Someone said, "I don't trust people who don't like dogs, but always trust the dog, if she doesn't like some people."
Luba knew that her children will continue the family tradition: to understand and to love our younger brothers, take care of them. After all, they always smile at us with their big souls, no matter how difficult was not their dog's fate, and no matter how hard was their dog's life.
/10.09.2016 G.,Saint-Petersburg, Russia/ Pavel Karabanov/ Polina Karabanova/
http://www.stihi.ru/2016/09/10/9889