Police officer Ralph, wearing a new military coat and carrying a small bag, walked across the market square. He was followed by a policeman with reddish-brown hair, holding a Luo sieve full of confiscated gooseberry. The air was quiet ... there was no one in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God, like hungry mouths. There is not even a beggar in front of the shop. ?

"How dare you bite, damn it!" Ralph suddenly heard a voice. "Guys, don't let go! Biting people can't be done now Grab it! Oh, ... Oh! " ? The dog screamed. Ralph looked over there and saw a dog running out of Petrucci's firewood yard, running on three legs and looking back. Behind it, a man chased out, wearing a starched cotton shirt and an open vest. He chased the dog, leaned forward, threw himself on the ground and grabbed the dog's hind legs. Then came the barking of dogs and the shouts of people: "Don't let it get away!" " Sleepy faces came out of the shop one after another, and soon a group of people gathered at the door of the firewood yard, as if they had come out of the ground. ?

"It seems that something had happened, Sir! "said the policeman. ?

Ralph turned slightly to the left and walked towards the crowd. At the gate of the firewood yard? He saw the man in an open vest standing there, raising his right hand and sticking out a bloody finger? Look at the crowd. His half-drunk face showed this expression: "I'll skin you, bad guy!" " "The finger itself is like a banner of victory. Ralph recognized the man as a jeweler khryukin. The culprit of this mess is a small white retriever with a pointed face and a yellow spot on his back. At this time, he sat on the ground in the middle of the crowd, his front legs split and he was shaking all over. Its tearful eyes reveal distress and fear. ?

"What happened here?" Ralph pushed his way into the crowd and asked. ? "What are you doing here? Why are you sticking up your fingers? ..... Who is shouting? " ?

"Sir, I go my way, who didn't recruit who didn't provoke, ..." Khryukin coughed with his bare fists, open? Go ahead. "I'm talking to Mitterrand? Mitric was talking about firewood. Suddenly, this bad thing took me away for no reason? Take a bite of your finger. ..... Please forgive me, I am a working person. ..... I am meticulous in my work. You're gonna pay for this? I can only make a sum of money, because I may not be able to move this finger for a week. ..... legally, sir? It doesn't say that people have to endure the harm of animals. ..... If everyone is bitten by a dog, it is better not to live in this world. ……"?

"well! ..... Yes, ... "Ralph said sternly, coughing and moving his eyebrows. "yes. ? ..... Whose dog is this? I can't let this happen. I'm going to show some color and let those dogs break in, okay Look at this disaster! Now it's time to control those lords who don't want to obey the law! Wait for the fine, him, this bastard? Eggs will understand what will happen if dogs and other animals are released! I'll take a good look at him ... the police officer shouted to the patrolman, "Go and see whose dog this is and report it to the police!" This dog wants to fight? Death is the only way. No delay! This is mostly a mad dog. ..... I ask you: Whose dog is this? " ?

"This dog seems to belong to General Zhygalov!" A man in the crowd said. ?

"General Zhygalov's house? Hmm! ..... You, Yelinder, take off my coat. ……? How hot it is! It may rain. ..... just one thing I don't understand: how did it bite you? " Ralph said to Khrukin. "It can reach your fingers? Short, but you, you know, so tall! ? Most of your fingers were punctured by small nails, and then you whimsically asked others to compensate you. People like you ... everyone knows what it is! I know you demons! " ?

"He, sir, poked his cigar in its face and made fun of it. He wouldn't be a fool, so he bit him. ..... He is a boring man, sir! " ?

"You talk nonsense, cyclops! You can't see with your eyes. Why are you talking nonsense? Mr. Wang is a clever man. Who can you tell? Nonsense, who speaks with conscience like before God? ..... I want to talk nonsense and let the mediation judge judge judge me? All right. His laws are clear. ..... everyone is equal now. ..... To tell you the truth, ... My brother? I am a gendarme. ……"?

"Cut the crap!" ?

"No, this dog doesn't belong to the general's family ..." The policeman said thoughtfully. "The general home without such a dog. Most of his dogs are big hounds. ……"?

"Are you sure?" ?

"Certainly, Sir. ……"?

"I know it myself. The general's dogs are very rare and excellent. What about this dog? Who knows what it is? What a thing! The coat color is not good, and the appearance is not good ... it is completely despicable. ..... his old man will keep this? Dogs? ! What about your brain? If you meet such a dog in Petersburg or Moscow, do you know? What will happen to Tao? There don't care what laws are illegal, they died in the blink of an eye! You, khryukin, have suffered a lot, and you can't let it go. ..... We must teach them a lesson! It is time. ……"?

"But it could be the general's dog ..." The policeman spoke his mind. "It's not written on his face? Look at that. ..... I saw such a dog in his yard the other day. " ?

"Yes, it belongs to the general's family!" Someone in the crowd said. ?

"well! ..... Ye Linde, put on your coat for me. ..... It seems to be windy. ..... cold? Yes ..... You take this dog to the general's house to ask. ..... Did you just say that this dog is me? I found it. I sent it to you. ..... you said not to put it on the street in the future. Maybe an expensive dog. What if? Every pig sticks a cigar in his face, and soon he will be humiliated to death. Dogs are delicate animals? All right. ..... You idiot, put your hand down! There's no need to show your stupid fingers! This is all your fault? Not good! ……"?

"The general's chef is here. Let's ask him. ... Hey, Prohor! Honey, can you come here? Yes! Look at this dog. ..... is it your home? " ?

"A shot in the dark! We have never had such a dog there! " ?

"Then don't bother to ask," Ralph said. "This is a wild dog! Don't need too much? I did it. ..... Since he said it was a wild dog, it was a wild dog. ..... kill it. " ?

"This dog doesn't belong to our family," Prohor continued. "But this is the general's brother's dog. Who is he? The sky is coming towards us. Our general does not like this kind of dog. His brother likes it. ……"?

"His old man's brother is here? Ulargui Mill? Ivanic is here? " Ralph asked. His whole face is full of excited smiles. "Too good, Lord! I don't know yet! He's coming to stay for a while? Right? " ?

"Stay for a while. ……"?

"Too good, Lord! ..... he's thinking about his brother. ..... but I don't know yet! Is this his father's dog? I am very happy. ..... you take it. ..... this puppy is very good. ..... very clever. ..... It bit this guy's finger! Ha ha ha ha! ..... Hey, why are you shaking? Ouch, ... ouch. ..... it's angry, little villain, ... what a puppy ... "?

Prohor called the dog and left the forest with it. ..... those people laughed at khryukin.

"I will punish you sooner or later!" Ralph threatened him, then wrapped his coat tightly and continued to patrol the market square.

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Chekhov, full name Antony pavlovic Chekhov (Russian: антон? Павлович? чехов,1860 65438+1October 29th-65438+July 0904 15) is a world-class Russian short story master, and also15. His plays had a great influence on the 20th century drama. He adhered to the tradition of realism, paid attention to describing the daily life of the Russian people, shaped little people with typical personalities, and truly reflected the situation of Russian society at that time. The three characteristics of the work are the ridicule of ugly phenomena and deep sympathy for the poor. The work mercilessly exposes the unreasonable social system and social ugly phenomena under the czar's rule. He was regarded as an outstanding representative of Russian realistic literature at the end of 19.

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Chekhov (hē), a great Russian critical realist writer at the end of 19, is a humorous satirist with eternal interest and sharp writing style, the king of short stories and a famous playwright. Chekhov was born in an ordinary citizen family. After his father's grocery store closed down, he finished high school as a tutor, 1879 studied medicine at Moscow University, 1884 began to write literature after graduation. His novels are short and pithy, concise and simple, compact in structure, vivid in plot, humorous in style, vivid in language, full of musical rhythm and profound in meaning. He is good at discovering people and things with typical significance from daily life, making artistic generalization through humorous plots, and shaping a complete typical image, thus reflecting the Russian society at that time. His representative works The Chameleon, The Man in the Trap and The Sixth Ward are exquisite and perfect artistic treasures in the history of Russian literature. The former is synonymous with have it both ways and is a man who is good at profiteering in disguise. The latter has become a symbol of the conformist, timid and afraid of change.