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I feel sorry for those who don't understand us
Who whispers in the back: “The creatures have been bred!”
And joyfully rubs his palms,
Upon learning of the death of a little soul.
Who pokes the poor dog with a stick?
Walking down the street alone.
And who is ready to rush straight into a fight,
Seeing the dog walker a mile away.
Where can they understand how the heart skips a beat?
How my soul becomes warm,
When your faithful dog meets you,
Seeing the owner through the window!
He whines with happiness, raises his paws,
He pokes his cool nose into his coat,
And inhales your scent deeply -
Tell me, who will be more correct, who!?
They were probably given to us from above,
Shaggy containers of love.
Sometimes, unfortunately, we don’t hear each other,
They make us better, cleaner!
A quiet old woman comes out of the front door,
He carries a tied bag in his hands.
She feels better when she eats with joy
An abandoned puppy runs to the entrance.
And there are those who will add more
I apply poison to the cutlets with a generous hand,
And drink human grief
Hurries for the dog's peace!
God forbid we should meet such people,
God forbid that we should stand in ranks with such people,
God forbid they should seem good
Save your dog from such things..........
