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In the summer I lived on the river bank in a doctor's house. One day the doctor was returning home from work and picked up a blind dog. He washed him, fed him, gave him the nickname Arcturus and let him live with him. The dog loved to walk with me along the river bank. I went into the forest in the morning, Arcturus followed me. Arcturus barked and rushed into the bushes. From that day on, he began to run into the forest alone and returned in the evening, and sometimes the next day. Two passions fought in him: Love for the owner and hunting. One day I was walking with a gun along the shore of a lake and heard strange sounds. It was Arcturus who chased the fox. His fame soon spread throughout the area. Hunters began to come to the house. But the doctor did not sell the dog. One day a one-eyed old man came to the doctor. He wanted to buy a dog for 50 rubles. The doctor refused. The old man left convinced that the dog would be his anyway. At the end of August, Arcturus disappeared. He went into the forest and did not return. Before I left, the doctor told me that even in his youth he loved to hunt, but he never became a hunter, which he really regrets. Two years later in the spring I moved in with him again. And in the evening he discovered the remains of Arcturus in the forest. I recognized him by his collar with a green copper plaque. Then I realized that Arcturus was rushing after prey and fatally stumbled upon the lower branch of an old spruce.
Votes: 352 Read summary Arcturus is a hound dog. Brief retelling. For a reader's diary, take 5-6 sentences
Yuri Kazakov - Arcturus - the hound dog
Yuri Pavlovich Kazakov
Arcturus - hound dog
In memory of M.M. Prishvin
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The history of his appearance in the city remained unknown. He came from somewhere in the spring and began to live. He did not bother anyone, did not impose himself on anyone and did not obey anyone - he was free.
They said that he was abandoned by gypsies passing through in the spring. Strange people, gypsies! In early spring they set off on their journey. Some travel by train, others on ships or rafts, others trudge along the roads in carts, looking with hostility at the cars rushing past. People with southern blood, they climb into the most remote northern corners. Suddenly they become a camp near the city, wander around the bazaar for several days, feel things, bargain, go from house to house, tell fortunes, swear, laugh - dark, beautiful, with earrings in their ears, in bright clothes. But then they leave the city, disappear as suddenly as they appeared, and you will never see them here again. Others will come, but these will not be there. The world is wide, and they do not like to come to places they have already been to.
So, many were convinced that the gypsies abandoned him in the spring.
Others said that he sailed on an ice floe during the spring flood. He stood, black, among the blue and white crumble, alone motionless among the general movement. And swans flew above and shouted: “klink-clank!”
People are always excited to see swans. And when they arrive, when at dawn they rise from the floods with their great cry “clink-clank!” - people follow them with their eyes, the blood begins to ring in their hearts, and then they know that spring has come.
The ice rustled and muffledly burst along the river, swans screamed, and he stood on the ice floe, tail between his legs, wary, uncertain, sniffing and listening attentively to what was happening around him. When the ice floe approached the shore, he became agitated, jumped awkwardly, fell into the water, but quickly climbed ashore and, shaking himself off, disappeared among the stacks of timber.
One way or another, but, having appeared in the spring, when the days are filled with the shine of the sun, the sound of streams and the smell of bark, he remained to live in the city.
One can only guess about his past. He was probably born somewhere under the porch, on the straw. His mother, a purebred bitch from the Kostroma hound breed, short, with a long body, with a swollen belly, when the time came, disappeared under the porch to accomplish her great deed in secret. They called her, she did not respond and did not eat anything, completely concentrated in herself, feeling that something was about to happen that was more important than anything in the world, more important even than hunting and people - her rulers and gods.
He was born, like all puppies, blind, was immediately licked by his mother and placed close to the warm belly, still tense from birth pangs. And while he lay there, getting used to breathing, more and more brothers and sisters were added to him. They moved, grunted and tried to whine - just like him, smoky puppies with bare bellies and short, trembling tails. Soon it was all over, everyone found a nipple and fell silent - only the sniffling, smacking and heavy breathing of the mother could be heard. This is how their life began.
At one time, all the puppies opened their eyes, and they learned with delight that there was an even greater world than the one in which they had lived until now. His eyes also opened, but he was never destined to see the light. He was blind, a thick gray film covering his pupils. It was a bitter and difficult life for him. It would even be terrible if he could realize his blindness. But he did not know that he was blind, it was not given to him to know. He accepted life as it came to him.
Somehow it happened that he was not drowned or killed, which would, of course, have been mercy towards a helpless puppy, unnecessary to people. He remained to live and endured great ordeals, which ahead of time hardened and hardened his body and soul.
He did not have an owner who would give him shelter, feed him and take care of him as his friend. He became a homeless stray dog, gloomy, awkward and distrustful - his mother, having fed him, soon lost all interest in him, as well as in his brothers. He learned to howl like a wolf, just as long, darkly and sadly. He was dirty, often sick, rummaged in landfills near canteens, received kicks and buckets of dirty water along with other homeless and hungry dogs.
He couldn't run fast; he didn't really need his legs, his strong legs. All the time it seemed to him that he was running towards something sharp and cruel. When he fought with other dogs - and he fought many times in his life - he did not see his enemies, he bit and rushed at the sound of breathing, at the growls and squeals, at the rustling of the earth under the paws of his enemies, and often rushed and bit in vain.
It is unknown what name his mother gave him at birth, because a mother, even a dog, always knows her children by name. For people, he had no name... It is also unknown whether he would have stayed to live in the city, left, or died somewhere in a ravine, praying in anguish to his dog god. But a man intervened in his fate, and everything changed.
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That summer I lived in a small northern town. The city stood on the banks of the river. White steamships, dirty brown barges, long rafts, wide-chine carbas with sides stained with black tar floated along the river. There was a pier near the shore that smelled of matting, rope, damp rot and roach. Rarely did anyone go to this pier, except suburban collective farmers on market day and sad business travelers in gray raincoats who came from the region to the timber mill.
Around the city, along low, gentle hills, forests stretched, mighty, untouched: the wood for rafting was cut down in the upper reaches of the river. In the forests there were large meadows and remote lakes with huge old pine trees along the banks. The pines made a quiet noise all the time. When a cool, damp wind blew from the Arctic Ocean, driving up the clouds, the pines hummed menacingly and dropped their cones, which hit the ground.
I rented a room on the outskirts, on top of an old house. My master, the doctor, was an always busy, silent man. He used to live with a large family. But his two sons were killed at the front, his wife died, his daughter went to Moscow, the doctor now lived alone and treated children. He had one strange thing: he loved to sing. With the finest falsetto, he pulled out all kinds of arias, sweetly fading on high notes. He had three rooms downstairs, but he rarely went there, dined and slept on the terrace, and the rooms were gloomy, smelling of dust, a pharmacy and old wallpaper.
The window of my room looked out onto a wild garden, overgrown with currants, raspberries, burdock and nettles along the fence. In the mornings, sparrows fussed outside the window, blackbirds came in clouds to peck currants, the doctor did not chase them away and did not pick berries. The neighbor's chickens and roosters sometimes flew up onto the fence. The rooster sang loudly, stretched his neck upward, shook his tail and looked curiously into the garden. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore, he flew down, and the chickens flew after him and hastily began to rummage around the currant bushes. Cats also wandered into the garden and, hiding near the burdock trees, watched the sparrows.
“Arcturus the Hound Dog” - a summary for the reader’s diary
even an animal crippled by fate has its calling.
The blind dog was a hound dog.
dog Arcturus, doctor, narrator.
A blind dog suddenly appeared in the city. Nobody knew where he came from. One could only guess about its origin. When born, the dog did not stand out among the other puppies. But when everyone’s eyes opened, the dog’s blindness was discovered. He himself had no idea that he was somehow different from his brothers. It’s just that the world around me immediately became hostile, consisting of sharp and hard objects. When the mother left the grown-up puppies, the dog had to get its own food in the trash heaps. In fights with other stray dogs, he had the hardest time of all. The blind dog could not have lived long, but he was lucky.
The narrator rented a room from a lonely children's doctor. This man went through a lot: his wife died and his sons were killed in the war. The doctor had already met a blind dog several times. One day he felt sincere pity for him. The doctor brought the animal home, washed it thoroughly and fed it. But when he gently tried to drive him away, the dog did not want to leave. For the first time in his life, he encountered human kindness.
The doctor thought about it. He was also tired of being alone. Looking at the stars that appeared, the doctor unconsciously said: “Arcturus...”. At this word, the dog opened his eyes and tried to wag his tail. This is how the unfortunate animal got its name.
Arcturus has found a master. The dog's devotion to the person who first took pity on him was limitless. He never expressed it openly, but from Arcturus’s behavior it was clear that being next to the doctor and hearing his voice was true pleasure for the dog.
From this time on, the narrator had more opportunities to take a closer look at the blind dog. He was sure that Arcturus was aware of his inferiority. Physically, the dog was excellently developed, but could not use his strength to the fullest. His gait was always wary. Other animals surpassed him in movement speed and could suddenly disappear in inaccessible places.
The lack of vision affected the dog’s other senses: he had the finest sense of smell and incredible hearing. He knew the outside world only through smells and sounds, but this was enough for the dog.
The narrator witnessed one incident in which the strong character of Arcturus was revealed. The dog ran past a herd of cows and scared the animals. The enraged bull tripped him with its horns, and the shepherd who arrived in time also hit him with a whip. The narrator ran to Arcturus, who lay motionless. He suffered greatly and felt pain and resentment, but did not even whine.
One day, Arcturus' true calling was discovered by chance. The narrator went hunting, and the dog ran after him. He had never left the city before. Once in the forest, Arcturus was stunned by the variety of sounds and smells. At first he was scared, but the narrator began to talk quietly and calmly with the dog. Arcturus gradually calmed down and began to study the new world with curiosity.
Suddenly the dog instantly transformed and quickly ran away. After some time, his still hesitant bark was heard. The instinct of a hound dog awakened in the animal. When the narrator managed to catch him, Arcturus was badly scratched. Having sensed and chased the beast, he did not pay attention to the obstacles.
From that time on, Arcturus' life changed. The hunting instinct began to struggle with attachment to man. The dog suffered because the doctor did not go into the forest with him. Arcturus ran away alone and always returned dirty and scratched. The blind dog, of course, never overtook his prey. He was fascinated by the process of the wild race for the elusive scent of the beast.
Arcturus turned out to be a born hound dog. Hunters noticed him, and rumors about an extraordinary dog grew. People began to often come to the doctor and offer big money for Arcturus. But the owner was too attached to his dog and did not agree to any conditions.
One day Arcturus disappeared. The doctor was going crazy with grief. Many helped him in his search, but they yielded nothing.
Two years later, the narrator visited these places again. Returning from a hunt, he came across dog bones, among which was a familiar collar. Arcturus died when he ran into a sharp branch during the rut. By his death, the blind dog confirmed that he was worthy of a big name.
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