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Rh tell them not to let it out into the street It may be a valuable dog, and if every swine goes sticking a cigar in its mouth, it will soon be ruined. A dog is a delicate animal And you put your hand down, you blockhead. It's no use your displaying your fool of a finger. It's your own fault"

"Here comes the General's cook, ask him Hi, Prohor! Come here, my dear man! Look at this dog Is it one of yours?"

"What an idea! We have never had one like that!"

"There's no need to waste time asking," says Otchumyelov. "It's a stray dog! There's no need to waste time talking about it Since he says it's a stray dog, a stray dog it is It must be destroyed, that's all about it."

"It is not our dog," Prohor goes on. "It belongs to the General's brother, who arrived the other day. Our master does not care for hounds. But his honour is fond of them"

"You don't say his Excellency's brother is here? Vladimir Ivanitch?" inquires Otchumyelov, and his whole face beams with an ecstatic smile. "'Well, I never! And I didn't know! Has he come on a visit?"

"Yes."

"Well, I never He couldn't stay away from his brother And there I didn't know! So this is his honour's dog? Delighted to hear it Take it. It's not a bad pup A lively creature Snapped at this fellow's finger! Ha-ha-ha Come, why are you