How hard it is to believe that you are doing the right thing and to stand against everyone! .. Stand alone, not knowing how this confrontation will end - your victory or will prevail again Most ...
... When, many years ago, I was in the night taiga, and the nearest housing was not far away, some three or four kilometers, suddenly a dog appeared. At first, it was even pleasing: it means that I was not deceived, the winter hut is really nearby. And the strange thin dog looked at me intently, for a long time and somehow even turned its head now slightly to the left, then slightly to the right. I whistled to her, beckoned to me. She did not move toward me, but she did not go away either. She didn’t even wag her tail. I just stood there. I watched. Or studied. Or was she waiting?
She was pretty close, but I could not make out her. The moon was behind her witty head, and therefore only her outline was clearly visible. I could not see the “face” in any way. But in her pose, the slight tilts of her head, it seemed to me that she ... was bored and curious at the same time. How long a person looking at the monitor sometimes takes a deep breath, she also sighed and continued to stare at me. And this sigh did not mean suffering or any other living feelings, but simply counted the time and ventilated the lungs ...
Then she nervously somehow yawned, with a kind of even a yelp, and shook her head. It was like a signal. And there was someone to signal: only now I noticed that just a little further to the right stood one more, and another - one ... Many, several, at least, they were visible along the entire road flowing between the trees.
- Wolves? - somehow I thought doomedly: - But it's not even scary ...
And (for some reason! I still can’t explain to myself why!) I went to meet them. I’m probably ashamed to admit this to an adult man, but I began to talk with them:
- Well, so what, that you are wolves and you are many? You think I'm scared? I'm afraid of you? No, not scary. And not afraid. Although, I'm lying! And scary and afraid. But, even though you are wolves, you have some laws that do not allow you to be bandits, murderers and just cattle. You are not people, after all! You can’t just kill. For no reason. Although, probably, you have reasons. Some of my own, I do not understand. Well then - let's. Well, who will start? Who will decide first that you will overcome me? You, the main dog, that are ahead of everyone? Or maybe you, an old-fashioned old man, stepping in indecision from one foot to the other? Or are you there, standing in a crowd behind? Well, who is the first? Who, for all the rest, will command “face”?!.
What are you worth? Wondering how to start it? Well then, wait. And I went. I'm going home, where they are waiting for me. My most important people are waiting - wife and daughter. And they know for sure that I will come ...
I turned around slowly. And went. Also slow. And somehow half-turn to see THEIR behind. And he continued to tell the wolves everything. And, rather, it was not a story, but nonsense in reality. Or spell:
“I'll be back home, and my wife will ask:“ Why is it taking so long today? ”And I won’t even tell her the truth, I won’t say that I met you. “So, there was a lot of work today ...” - I will answer. And my daughter went to bed already, but she heard that I had come, and called softly through the open doors: "Paaap ... Have you come up with a new story today?" And I will sit next to her, without even undressing, on the very edge of her bed and tell her , as on the way home I met a wise gray-haired wolf, who was not going to eat me just because I was not a wolf, but a man. She just walked alongside, wagged her tail and asked me about how we humans live in our strange world for her. And I asked about my daughter. And I told her, all told about you. And so she liked you, that she promised in the spring to give you her little wolf cub ...
... I so believed in myself that I even forgot about the flock wandering after me.
He turned around. There were no wolves. Only at the very turn of the road, which I walked a long time ago, was there a gray wise wolf. And looked at me in the wake. And she listened. I listened to everything. And I understood everything. Because after all, she was not a man ...
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