One day I looked out the window and saw two dogs fighting in the street. They bit and tormented each other. One was ferocious, the other was older but seemingly harmless.
Suddenly, the ferocious one bit the old one to the point of blood. I was scared, but the old one did not show that she was in pain. She pounced on the ferocious and bit her just as hard.
To be honest, I was more rooting for the old one. Ferocious was younger and more dangerous.
Dogs tormented each other to the point of blood.
But suddenly someone called me and I walked away. Soon, when I returned to the window, I saw this: the old one lay on the pavement in a pool of blood. I concluded that the ferocious had won.
When I approached the window in the evening, the old one was no longer there, there was only a pool of blood and a chain of bloody paws on the pavement. So the old one is alive

There was a dog Sonya. She had an owner. He rarely ate the rest of his food. She often starved and was sad all the time because she was very bored. Once, Sonya returned from a walk with a bone, which she found in the yard. The dog was afraid that the owner would take away her treasure from her. But he saw how the pet runs around the apartment and leaves dirty slides. Then the owner took the bone from her and drove her out into the street. Sonya was all dirty and hungry. She walked around the yard for a long time, hoping that one of the owner's acquaintances would remember her and take her to a warm house. Until night, the dog dangled around the yard, but no one noticed it. She decided to spend the night under the hill, and in the morning go to the city center. In the morning she was already walking along the main street of the city. A gray-haired uncle passed by. He was the only one who noticed her and picked her up. "How beautiful you are! You have such a long coat! I will wash you, feed you and shelter you," the man said. He brought me to his apartment. It was so beautiful there! Sonya ate three sausages! I washed myself under warm water and fell asleep on a soft pillow, in a small dog house. I have never met a better owner!

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Smart dog Sonya,

or Good manners for small dogs

Andrey Alekseevich Usachev

Everything has been read, checked, corrected and approved by Sonya the dog.

I put my paw on this.

ROYAL CURT

In the same city, on the same street, in the same house, in apartment No. 66, there lived a small but very smart dog Sonya.

Sonya had black shining eyes and long, like a princess, eyelashes and a neat ponytail, with which she fanned herself like a fan.

And she also had an owner, whose name was Ivan Ivanovich Korolev.

Therefore, the poet Tim Sobakin, who lived in a neighboring apartment, called her the royal mongrel.

And the rest thought that this is such a breed.

And the dog Sonya thought so too.

And other dogs thought so too.

And even Ivan Ivanovich Korolev thought so too. Although he knew his last name better than the others.

Every day Ivan Ivanovich went to work, and the dog Sonya sat alone in her sixty-sixth royal apartment and was terribly bored.

Perhaps that is why all sorts of interesting things happened to her.

After all, when it gets very boring, you always want to do something interesting.

And when you want to do something interesting, something is sure to work out.

And when something turns out, you always start to think: how did it happen?

And when you start thinking, for some reason you become smarter.

And why - no one knows.

Therefore, Sonya the dog was a very smart dog.

WHO MADE THE PUDDLE?

When the little dog Sonya was not yet a smart dog Sonya, but was a small smart puppy, she often wrote in the corridor.

The owner Ivan Ivanovich was very angry, poked Sonya with his nose in a puddle and said:

- Who made the puddle? Who made the puddle? Well-bred dogs, - he added at the same time, - must endure and not make puddles in the apartment!

Dog Sonya, of course, did not like it terribly. And instead of enduring, she tried to quietly do this thing on the carpet, because there are no puddles left on the carpet.

But one day they went out for a walk, and little Sonya saw a huge puddle in front of the entrance.

"Who made such a huge puddle?" Sonya was surprised.

And behind it she saw a second puddle, even larger than the first. And then a third...

“It must be an elephant! - the smart dog Sonya guessed. How much did he endure? she thought respectfully...

And since then I stopped writing in the apartment.

"HELLO, THANK YOU AND GOOD BYE!"

Once, on the stairs, a small dog Sonya was stopped by an elderly unfamiliar dachshund.

“All well-bred dogs,” the dachshund said sternly, “when they meet, they must say hello. Saying hello means saying "hello", "hello" or "good afternoon" - and wagging your tail!

- Hello! - said Sonya, who, of course, really wanted to be a well-bred dog, and, wagging her tail, she ran on.

But before she had time to reach the middle of the dachshund, which turned out to be incredibly long, she was called again.

“All well-bred dogs,” said the dachshund, “should be polite and, if they are given a bone, candy or useful advice say "thank you"!

- Thanks! - said Sonya, who, of course, really wanted to be a polite and well-mannered dog, and ran on.

But as soon as she ran to the tail of the taxi, they heard from behind:

- All educated dogs should know the rules of good manners and say goodbye when they say goodbye!

- Goodbye! Sonya shouted and, pleased that she now knew the rules of good manners, rushed to catch up with the owner.

From that day on, the dog Sonya became terribly polite and, running past unfamiliar dogs, always said:

Hello, thanks and goodbye!

It is a pity that she came across the most ordinary dogs. And many ended before she had time to say everything.

WHAT'S BETTER?

Dog Sonya was sitting near the playground and thought what is better - to be big or small? ...

“On the one hand,” thought Sonya the dog, “to be big is much better: cats are afraid of you, and dogs are afraid of you, and even passers-by are afraid of you ... But on the other hand,” Sonya thought, “it’s better to be small too, because no one you are not afraid and not afraid, and everyone is playing with you. And if you are big, they always lead you on a leash and put a muzzle on you ... "

Just at this time, a huge and furious bulldog Max was passing by the site.

“Tell me,” Sonya asked him politely, “is it very unpleasant when they put a muzzle on you?”

For some reason, Max was terribly annoyed by this question. He growled, rushed off the leash and, knocking over his mistress, chased Sonya.

"Oh oh oh! - thought Sonya the dog, hearing a menacing sniffing behind her. Still big to be better!…”

Fortunately, on the way they met Kindergarten. Sonya saw a hole in the fence and quickly darted into it.

The bulldog, on the other hand, could not crawl into the hole in any way - and only puffed loudly from the other side like a steam locomotive ...

“Still, it’s good to be small,” thought Sonya the dog. “If I were big, I would never have slipped through such a small gap…”

But if I was big, she thought, why would I even climb here? ... "

But since Sonya was a small dog, she nevertheless decided that it was better to be small.

Let the big dogs decide for themselves!

HOW SONIA LOST EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD

Once Ivan Ivanovich went to the store, and ordered Sonya to sit and wait for him at the entrance. Sonya sat, sat, waited, waited, and suddenly thought:
“Why am I waiting for him here? Since he entered through the entrance, he must exit through the exit!” - and ran to the exit.
She sat, sat, waited, waited - but the owner did not come out.
“Of course,” thought the clever Sonya. “Why would he go through the exit if he left me at the entrance?” - and ran back to the entrance.
But Ivan Ivanovich was not at the entrance.
“Strange,” thought clever Sonya. “He probably didn’t find me and went back to the store!” - and ran to the store. She sniffed all the counters and barked at all the queues, but she did not find Ivan Ivanovich.
“Understood,” said clever Sonya. - Probably, while I'm looking for him here, he's looking for me at the exit!
But there was no one else at the exit.
"Oh oh oh! Sonya thought. - It seems that Ivan Ivanovich got lost.
She looked around in confusion and suddenly saw the sign "Lost and Found".
- Excuse me, - she turned to the old woman, who was sitting behind the partition. - My owner is missing.
“They don’t bring the owners to us,” said the old woman. - Here's a suitcase or a watch - that's another matter. Have you lost your watch?
"No," said Sonya. - I do not have them.
"Pity," said the old woman. - If you had a watch and you lost it, we would definitely find it. And about the owner - contact the police.
Sonya left the office terribly upset and immediately saw a policeman: he was standing at the crossroads and whistling piercingly.
“Af-af, comrade sergeant,” Sonya turned to him, “my master has disappeared.
The policeman was so surprised that he even stopped whistling.
- What is the name, patronymic, surname of the missing person? he asked, taking out his notepad.
- Ivan Ivanovich ... - Sonya was confused. - I didn't ask for my last name.
"Bad," said the policeman. - Do you know where he lives?
- I know! Sonya rejoiced. - We live...
And then Sonya realized that, together with the owner, she had lost everything: the apartment, and the house, and the street ... and everything, everything in the world!
"I don't know..." she said, almost crying. What should I do?
“Give an ad in the evening newspaper,” the policeman advised her and showed her the house where the editorial office was located.
- What did you lose? - Sonya was asked in the window with the inscription: I will find (there were three more windows nearby: I will buy, sell and lose).
- Everything - said Sonya. - Write: Little dog Sonya lost her owner Ivan Ivanovich along with a beautiful one-room apartment, a twelve-story brick house, a cozy courtyard with a flower bed, a playground, a garbage can and a fence under which it is buried ... Under which it is buried, do not write. You never know who gets into their heads! Sonya said. - And also a large street with a grocery store, an ice cream stall, a janitor Sedov with ...
- Enough! - said in the window. - There isn't enough room for everything.
There was very little space in the newspaper, and the ad turned out to be quite short:
“The little dog Sonya was lost. Promised reward.
In the evening Ivan Ivanovich ran to the editorial office.
- Who is rewarded? he asked, looking around.
- To me! - modestly said the dog Sonya. And I got a whole jar of cherry jam at home.
Sonya was very pleased and even wanted to somehow get lost one more time... But she learned the owner's name and address by heart. Because without it, you can really lose everything in the world.

HOW SONIA TURNED INTO A TREE

Autumn has come. The flowers on the lawn withered, the cats hid in the cellars, and large wet puddles appeared in the yard.
Along with the weather, Ivan Ivanovich also deteriorated. He told all passers-by that Sonya had dirty paws (because of which no one wanted to play with her). Moreover, after each walk, he drove Sonya into the bath and washed her there with shampoo. (This is such a disgusting thing, after which it stings terribly in the eyes, and foam comes out of the mouth.)
And once the dog Sonya discovered that the locker in which the jam was stored was locked. This angered her so much that Sonya decided to run away from home forever ...
In the evening, when they were walking with Ivan Ivanovich in the park, she ran away to the farthest end of the park. But I didn't know what to do next.
It was cold and dreary all around.
Sonya sat down under a tree and began to think.
It's good to be a tree, she thought. - Trees are large and are not afraid of the cold. If I were a tree, I would also live on the street and never come back home.”
Then a wet and cold beetle fell on her nose.
- Brr! - Sonya shuddered and suddenly thought: “Maybe I’m becoming a tree, since bugs are crawling on me?”
Then the wind blew ... And a large Maple Leaf. Behind him is another. Third...
So it is, Sonya thought. "I'm starting to turn into a tree!"
Soon the dog Sonya was strewn with leaves like a small bush.
Having warmed up, she began to dream about how she would grow big, big: like a birch, or an oak, or something else ...
“I wonder what kind of tree I will grow? she thought. - It would be nice, some edible: for example, an apple tree or, better, a cherry ... I myself will pick cherries from myself and eat. And if I want, I’ll make myself a whole bucket of jam and I’ll also eat as much as I want! ”
Then Sonya imagined that she was a big beautiful cherry, and below, under her, little Ivan Ivanovich was standing and talking.
"Sonya," he says, "give me some cherries." "I won't," she told him. “Why did you hide jam from me in the cupboard?!”
- So-nya!.. So-nya! - was heard nearby.
“Aha! Sonya thought. “I wanted cherries ... It would be nice if I had a couple more branches with sausages!”
Soon Ivan Ivanovich appeared between the trees. So sad that Sonya even felt sorry for him.
“I wonder if he recognizes me or not?” - she thought, and suddenly - two steps away from herself - she saw a nasty crow, suspiciously looking in her direction.
Sonya hated crows - and with horror she imagined how this crow would sit on her head or even build a nest on her, and then start pecking at her sausages.
- Kush! Sonya waved her branches. And from a big cherry-sausage tree, she turned into a little trembling dog.
The first large flakes of snow fell outside the window.
Sonya lay cuddled up to a warm radiator and thought: about the frosts announced on the radio, about cats that like to climb trunks, and about the fact that trees have to sleep standing up ... But for some reason she was very sorry that she was never able to become a real tree.
In the battery, the water murmured softly, spring-like.
“Probably, it’s just the weather ... not the season,” thought Sonya the dog, falling asleep. - Well, nothing ... let's wait until spring!

WHAT HAPPENED THEN?

Sonia really enjoyed reading books. But she really didn't like the fact that all books ended the same way: The End.
- And what happened then? Sonya asked. - When the wolf's belly was torn open and Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother got out of there alive and unharmed?
- Then? .. - thought the owner. - Probably, her grandmother sewed a wolf coat for her.
- And then?
- And then ... - Ivan Ivanovich wrinkled his forehead, - then the prince married Little Red Riding Hood, and they lived happily ever after.
- And then?
- I do not know. Leave me alone! Ivan Ivanovich got angry. - Then there was nothing!
Sonya resentfully retired to her corner and thought.
How is that, she thought. - It can not be that then nothing, nothing happened! Was there anything after that?!”
One day, rummaging through Ivan Ivanovich's desk (this is the most interesting place in the world, with the exception of the refrigerator), Sonya found a large red folder on which was written:

"Stupid dog Sonya,
or good manners
for small dogs"

Is it about me? she wondered.
- But why is it stupid? Sonya was offended. She crossed out the word stupid, wrote - smart - and sat down to read stories.
For some reason, the last story was left unfinished.
- And what happened then? Sonya asked when Ivan Ivanovich returned home.
- Then? .. - he thought. - Then the dog Sonya won first place in the Miss Mongrel contest and received a gold chocolate medal.
- This is good! Sonya rejoiced. - And then?
- And then she had puppies: two black, two white and one red.
- Oh, how interesting! Well, then?
- And then the owner got so angry that she climbs into his table without permission and pesters him with stupid questions that he took a large ...
- Not! cried the smart dog Sonya. - It didn't happen after that. All. End.
- Well, that's great! - said pleased Ivan Ivanovich. And moving closer to the desk, he finished the last story like this:

WHAT HAPPENED THEN?

The smart dog Sonya asked from under the sofa.

On May 26, on the stage of the House of Culture, a play by the children's art school in Kholmsk based on Andrey Usachev's stories "The Story of a Little Dog Sonya" was presented (director Pozdnyakova O.N.). Andrey Usachev is one of the most amazing and inventive modern poets, rare in his talent. A good story about the life of a smart little dog who lives with the owner Ivan Ivanovich. Sonya is an extraordinary dog: she can think and speak. And funny and funny stories often happen to her. But thanks to her intelligence and resourcefulness, she finds a way out of any situation. Every day Ivan Ivanovich goes to work, and Sonya sits alone and is bored. She thinks a lot and considers herself a very smart dog. Often Sonya begins to invent some kind of interesting activity. Once, she was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street through binoculars. Another time, she decided to go fishing at home. With her thoughts and actions, the doggy Sonya reminds small child who is beginning to know the world. The performance is very interesting, funny and even instructive. The children watched the mischievous performance full of good humor with pleasure, fell in love with Sonya the dog.

In one city, on one street, in one house, in apartment number sixty-six, there lived a small but very smart dog Sonya. Sonya had black shiny eyes and long, like a princess, eyelashes and a neat ponytail, with which she fanned herself like a fan.

And she also had an owner, whose name was Ivan Ivanovich Korolev.

Therefore, the poet Tim Sobakin, who lived in a neighboring apartment, called her the royal mongrel.

And the rest thought that this is such a breed.

And the dog Sonya thought so too.

And the other dogs thought so too.

And even Ivan Ivanovich Korolev thought so too. Although he knew his last name better than the others.

Every day Ivan Ivanovich went to work, and the dog Sonya sat alone in her sixty-sixth royal apartment and was terribly bored.

Perhaps that is why all sorts of interesting stories happened to her.

After all, when it gets very boring, you always want to do something interesting.

And when you want to do something interesting, something is sure to work out.

And when something turns out, you always start to think: how did it happen?

And when you start thinking, for some reason you become smarter.

And why - no one knows!

Therefore, the dog Sonya was a very smart dog.

When the little dog Sonya was not yet a smart dog Sonya, but was a small smart puppy, she often wrote in the corridor.

The owner Ivan Ivanovich was very angry, poked Sonya with his nose and said:

- Who made the puddle? Who made the puddle?!

“Well-bred dogs,” he added at the same time, “must endure and not make puddles in the apartment.

Dog Sonya, of course, did not like it terribly. And instead of enduring, she tried to quietly do this thing on the carpet, because there are no puddles left on the carpet.

But one day they went out for a walk. And little Sonya saw a HUGE PUDDLE in front of the entrance.

Who made such a huge puddle? Sonya was surprised.

And behind it she saw a second puddle, even larger than the first. And behind it - the third ...

"It's probably an ELEPHANT!" - the smart dog Sonya guessed.

"How much did he endure!" she thought respectfully...

And since then I stopped writing in the apartment.

Once, on the stairs, a small dog Sonya was stopped by an elderly unfamiliar dachshund.

“All well-bred dogs,” the dachshund said sternly, “when they meet, they must say hello. Saying hello means saying “Hello!”, “Hi” or “Good afternoon” and wagging your tail.

- Hello! - said Sonya, who, of course, really wanted to be a well-bred dog, and, wagging her tail, she ran on.

But before she had time to reach the middle of the dachshund, which turned out to be incredibly long, she was called again.

“All well-bred dogs,” said the dachshund, “should be polite and, if they are given a bone, candy or useful advice, say: “Thank you!”

- Thanks! - said Sonya, who, of course, really wanted to be a polite and well-mannered dog, and ran on.

But as soon as she ran to the tail of the taxi, they heard from behind:

- All well-bred dogs should know the rules of good manners and, when parting, say: “Goodbye!”.

- Goodbye! - Sonya shouted and, pleased that she now knows the rules of good manners, rushed to catch up with the owner.

From that day on, the dog Sonya became terribly polite and, running past unfamiliar dogs, always said:

Hello, thanks and goodbye!

It is a pity that she came across the most ordinary dogs. And many ended before she had time to say everything.

Dog Sonya sat near the playground and thought: what is better - to be big or small? ..

“On the one hand,” thought Sonya the dog, “it’s much better to be big: cats are afraid of you, and dogs are afraid of you, and even passers-by are afraid of you ...

But on the other hand, Sonya thought, it’s better to be small too. Because no one is afraid or afraid of you, and everyone is playing with you. And if you are big, they always lead you on a leash and put a muzzle on you ... "

Just at this time, a huge and furious bulldog Max was passing by the site.

“Tell me,” Sonya asked him politely, “is it very unpleasant when they put a muzzle on you?”

For some reason, Max was terribly annoyed by this question. He growled menacingly, rushed off the leash ... and, knocking over his mistress, chased Sonya.

"Oh oh oh! - thought the dog Sonya, hearing a menacing sniffing behind her. “Still, big is better!”

Fortunately, on the way they met a kindergarten. Sonya saw a hole in the fence - and quickly darted into it.

The bulldog, on the other hand, could not crawl into the hole in any way - and only puffed loudly from the other side, like a steam locomotive ...

“Still, it’s good to be small,” thought Sonya the dog. “If I were big, I would never have slipped through such a small gap…”

But if I were big, she thought, why would I climb here at all? .. "

But since Sonya was a small dog, she nevertheless decided that it was better to BE LITTLE.

Let the big dogs decide for themselves!

Once, the dog Sonya was sitting at the TV, watching her favorite program “In the Animal World” and thinking.

“I wonder,” she thought, “why people can talk, but animals can’t?”

And suddenly it dawned on her!

“But the TV also talks,” Sonya thought, “when it is plugged into the outlet ...

So, thought the smart Sonya, “if you plug me into the socket, I will also learn to talk!”

The dog Sonya took it and stuck her tail into the socket. And then someone will bite into it with their teeth! ..

- Ah ah ah! Sonya screamed. - Let go! Painfully!

And, pulling out her tail, bounced off the outlet.

Here Ivan Ivanovich, surprised, came running from the kitchen.

- Stupid, because there is an ELECTRIC CURRENT. Be careful!

“I wonder what he is like, this ELECTRIC CURRENT? - thought Sonya the dog, looking warily at the socket. “Small, but how evil… It would be nice to tame him!”

She brought a bone from the kitchen and placed it in front of the socket.

But the current from the socket did not stick out.

“Maybe he doesn’t eat bones or doesn’t want to be seen?” Sonya thought.

She put a chocolate candy next to the bone and went for a walk. But when she returned, everything was untouched.

“This ELECTRIC CURRENT does not eat delicious bones! ..

This ELECTRIC CURRENT does not eat chocolates!!..

HE'S SO STRANGE!!!" thought the smart dog Sonya. And from that day on, I decided to stay away from the outlet.

More than anything in the world, Sonya the dog loved to smell flowers. The flowers were so fragrant and tickled in the nose so pleasantly that, smelling them, Sonya immediately began to sneeze. She sneezed right into the flowers, which made them smell and tickle even more ... and so it continued until Sonya began to feel dizzy or flew around all the flowers.

- Well, - Ivan Ivanovich was angry. - Gutted the whole bouquet again!

Sonya sadly looked at the crumbling petals, sighed heavily ... But she could not help herself.

To different colors Sonya reacted differently. She didn't like cacti, for example. Because although they do not fly around, but when you sneeze into cacti, they pierce painfully into your nose. She liked lilacs, peonies and dahlias very much.

Most of all, Sonya the dog liked to sneeze on dandelions. Having collected more of them, she sat down somewhere on a bench - and the fluffs flew around the yard like snow.

It was unusually beautiful: summer is in the yard - and it is snowing!