Today's people are already aware of caring for life in all its manifestations as moral duty. And above all, writers. The talented story by G. Troepolsky “White Bim Black Ear” became an extraordinary phenomenon. An analysis of the work is offered to your attention.
The book's seventeen chapters cover the entire life of a dog and its relationship with humans. At the beginning of the story, Bim is a very tiny, one-month-old puppy, who, clumsily waddling on weak paws, whines, looking for his mother. He soon got used to the warmth of the hands of the person who took him into his home, and very quickly began to respond to the affection of his owner. Almost the entire story about the dog’s life is connected with Bim’s vision of the world, with the evolution of his perception. At first, this is fragmentary information about his surroundings: about the room where he lives; about the owner Ivan Ivanovich, a kind and affectionate person. Then - the beginning of friendship with Ivan Ivanovich, mutual friendship, devoted and happy. The first chapters are major: Bim shows great promise early on, from eight months old, as a good hunting dog. The world opens up to Bim with its good sides. But in the third chapter, an alarming, alarming note appears - Bim met a stray dog, Shaggy, and brought her to Ivan Ivanovich. Everything seems to be fine, but in the middle of the chapter a phrase appears that a bitter fate will bring Bim and Lokhmatka together.
This phrase is a harbinger of changes in the dog’s life: Ivan Ivanovich was taken to the hospital. It was necessary to operate on the fragment that he had carried near his heart for twenty years, since the war. Bim was left alone, left to wait. This word now absorbs for Bim all the smells and sounds, happiness and devotion - everything connected with the owner. Troepolsky takes Bim through several rounds of tests: finding himself alone, he gradually learns how different people are, how unfair they can be. In Bim’s life, not only friends appear, but also enemies: snub-nosed man with fleshy, drooping lips, who saw in Bima a “living infection”, a loud aunt who is ready to destroy this “lousy dog”. All these characters are presented satirically, the disgusting and inhumane are grotesquely emphasized in them.
Bim, who was previously ready to lick the hand of this very aunt, not out of love for her, but out of gratitude and trust in everything human, now begins to notice friends and enemies in the human world. It is easier for him with those who are not afraid of him, a stray dog, who understands what he is waiting for. He is most trusting of children.
But the time came - and Bim found out that among the children there were also all kinds, such as the red-haired, freckled boy who teased the girl Lucy for sheltering Bim.
A more difficult time came: Bim was sold for money, taken to the village, and given another name - Chernoukh. He learned to doubt people and fear people. He was savagely beaten by a hunter because Bim did not strangle the wounded hare. The parents of Tolik, who brought Bim home, turned out to be even more cruel enemies. The head of the “happy and cultured family,” Semyon Petrovich, pretended to agree to his son’s request to leave the dog, and at night he secretly took Bim by car to the forest, tied him to a tree and left him there alone. This scene seems to vary folklore motifs and the motif of Pushkin’s fairy tale: “And leave her there to be devoured by the wolves.”
But Troepolsky’s story is not a fairy-tale work. The writer shows that wolves are not senselessly and unreasonably cruel. The word in justification and defense of the wolves is one of the author’s most powerful digressions in the story.
Starting from the twelfth chapter, events develop more and more rapidly and become more and more tense: the weakened, wounded Bim returns from the forest to the city and again looks for Ivan Ivanovich.
“...Oh, the great courage and long-suffering of a dog! What forces created you so powerful and indestructible that even in your dying hour you move your body forward? At least little by little, but forward. Forward, to where, perhaps, there will be trust and kindness for the unfortunate, lonely, forgotten dog with with a pure heart».
And at the end of the story, like almost forgotten traces, the places where Bim was happy again pass before the reader’s eyes: the door of the house in which he lived with Ivan Ivanovich; a high brick fence behind which was the house of his friend Tolik. Not a single door opened for the wounded dog. And his old enemy appears again - Auntie. She commits the last and most terrible cruelty in Bim’s life - she hands him over to an iron van.
Bim dies. But the story is not pessimistic: Bim is not forgotten. In the spring, Ivan Ivanovich comes to the clearing where he is buried with a small puppy, a new Bim.
This scene asserts that the cycle of life is irresistible, that birth and death are constantly nearby, that renewal in nature is eternal. But the final episodes of the story are not conducive to emotion at the sight of the general spring rejoicing: a shot was heard, followed by two more. Who shot? In whom?
“Maybe an evil man wounded that handsome woodpecker and finished him off with two charges... Or maybe one of the hunters buried the dog and she was three years old...”
For Troepolsky, a humanist writer, nature is not a temple conducive to calm and tranquility. There is a constant struggle between life and death. And the first task of a person is to help life establish itself and win.
White Bim Black Ear
“...Reader, friend!...Just think! If you write only about kindness, then for evil it is a godsend, a brilliance. If you write only about happiness, then people will stop seeing the unhappy and, in the end, will not notice them. If you write only about the seriously sad, then people will stop laughing at the ugly..."...And in the silence of the passing autumn, enveloped in its gentle slumber, in the days of short-lived oblivion of the coming winter, you begin to understand: only truth, only honor, only a clear conscience, and about all this - word.
A word to little people who will later become adults, a word to adults who have not forgotten that they were once children.
Maybe that's why I write about the fate of the dog, about its loyalty, honor and devotion.
...Not a single dog in the world considers ordinary devotion to be something unusual. But people came up with the idea of extolling this feeling of a dog as a feat only because not all of them, and not so often, possess devotion to a friend and loyalty to duty so much that this is the root of life, the natural basis of the being itself, when the nobility of the soul is a self-evident state.
...This is how it is among us humans: there are modest people with a pure heart, “inconspicuous” and “small”, but with a huge soul. They decorate life, containing all the best that exists in humanity - kindness, simplicity, trust. So a snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth..."
1. Two in one room
Piteously and, it seemed, hopelessly, he suddenly began to whine, clumsily waddling back and forth, looking for his mother. Then the owner sat him on his lap and put a pacifier with milk in his mouth.
And what was left to do? one month old puppy, if he still did not understand anything in life, and his mother was still not there, despite any complaints. So he tried to give sad concerts. Although, however, he fell asleep in the arms of the owner in an embrace with a bottle of milk.
But on the fourth day, the baby already began to get used to the warmth of human hands. Puppies very quickly begin to respond to affection.
He didn’t know his name yet, but a week later he established for sure that he was Bim.
At two months old, he was surprised to see things: a desk tall for a puppy, and on the wall - a gun, a hunting bag and the face of a man with long hair. I quickly got used to all this. There was nothing surprising in the fact that the man on the wall was motionless: if he didn’t move, there was little interest. True, a little later, then, no, no, yes, he will look: what would it mean - a face looking out of the frame, as if from a window?
The second wall was more interesting. It all consisted of different blocks, each of which the owner could pull out and put back in. At the age of four months, when Bim was already able to reach on his hind legs, he himself pulled out the block and tried to examine it. But for some reason he rustled and left a piece of paper in Bim’s teeth. It was very funny to tear that piece of paper into small pieces.
What is this?! - the owner shouted. - It is forbidden! - and poked Bim’s nose into the book. - Bim, you can’t. It is forbidden!
After such a suggestion, even a person will refuse to read, but Bim will not: he looked at the books for a long time and carefully, bowing his head first to one side, then to the other. And, apparently, he decided: since this one is impossible, I’ll take another one. He quietly grabbed the spine and dragged it under the sofa, there he chewed off first one corner of the binding, then the second, and, having forgotten, he dragged the unlucky book into the middle of the room and began to torment it playfully with his paws, and even with a jump.
It was here that he learned for the first time what “hurt” meant and what “impossible” meant. The owner stood up from the table and said sternly:
It is forbidden! - and tapped his ear. - You, your stupid head, tore up the “Bible for Believers and Non-Believers.” - And again: - You can’t! Books are not allowed! - He pulled his ear again.
Bim squealed and raised all four paws up. So lying on his back, he looked at the owner and could not understand what was actually happening.
It is forbidden! It is forbidden! - he deliberately hammered and thrust the book to his nose again and again, but no longer punished. Then he picked up the puppy, stroked it and said the same thing: “You can’t, boy, you can’t, silly.” - And he sat down. And he sat me on my knees.
So in early age Bim received morality from the owner through the “Bible for believers and non-believers.” Bim licked his hand and looked carefully into his face.
He already loved it when his owner talked to him, but so far he understood only two words: “Bim” and “impossible.” And yet it is very, very interesting to watch how white hair hangs on the forehead, kind lips move and how warm, gentle fingers touch the fur. But Bim was already able to absolutely accurately determine whether the owner was cheerful or sad, whether he was scolding or praising, calling or driving away.
And he could also be sad. Then he spoke to himself and turned to Bim:
This is how we live, fool. Why are you looking at her? - he pointed to the portrait. - She, brother, died. She doesn't exist. No... - He stroked Bim and said in full confidence: - Oh, my fool, Bimka. You don't understand anything yet.
But he was only partly right, since Bim understood that they would not play with him now, and he took the word “fool” personally, and “boy” too. So when his great friend called him a fool or a boy, Bim went immediately, as if to the nickname. And since he, at that age, mastered the intonation of his voice, then, of course, he promised to be the smartest dog.
But is it only the mind that determines a dog’s position among its fellows? Unfortunately no. Apart from his mental abilities, not everything was in order with Bim.
True, he was born from purebred parents, setters, with a long pedigree. Each of his ancestors had a personal sheet, a certificate. Using these questionnaires, the owner could not only reach Bim’s great-grandfather and grandmother, but also know, if desired, his great-grandfather’s great-grandfather and great-grandmother’s great-grandmother. This is all good, of course. But the fact is that Bim, despite all his advantages, had a big drawback, which later greatly affected his fate: although he was from the Scottish setter breed (Gordon setter), the color turned out to be completely atypical - that’s the point. By standards hunting dogs A Gordon setter must be black, with a shiny bluish tint - the color of a raven's wing, and must have clearly demarcated bright markings, reddish-red tan markings, even white marks are considered a big fault among Gordons. Bim degenerated like this: the body is white, but with reddish markings and even slightly noticeable red speckles, only one ear and one leg are black, really like a raven’s wing, the second ear is a soft yellowish-red color. It’s even a surprisingly similar phenomenon: in all respects it’s a Gordon setter, but the color is, well, nothing like it. Some distant, distant ancestor jumped out to Bima: his parents were Gordons, and he was an albino of the breed.
In general, with such multi-colored ears and with tan marks under large, smart, dark brown eyes Bim's muzzle was even prettier, more noticeable, maybe even smarter or, how to say, more philosophical, more thoughtful than that of ordinary dogs. And really, all this cannot even be called a muzzle, but rather a dog’s face. But according to the laws of cynology, white color, in a particular case, is considered a sign of degeneration. He is handsome in everything, but by coat standards he is clearly questionable and even vicious. This was Bim’s problem.
Of course, Bim did not understand the guilt of his birth, since puppies are not given by nature to choose their parents before they are born. Bim simply cannot even think about it. He lived for himself and was happy for now.
But the owner was worried: would they give Bim a pedigree certificate that would secure his position among hunting dogs, or would he remain a lifelong outcast? This will only be known in
Work by G.N. Troepolsky speaks about good and evil, friendship between man and animal. The main character is the dog Bim. The hunting puppy was given to a new owner, Ivan Ivanovich, just a month from birth. Bim had a color atypical for his breed, so he was not accepted into the pack of other relatives. Despite all the difficulties, the dog remained kind and cheerful, because his best friend, his owner, was always next to him. It seems to me that by this the author especially wanted to show the dog’s fortitude and fortitude.
Ivan Ivanovich was very kind person, who worked as a journalist and fought in Patriotic War. He truly loved Bim and always took him hunting in the forest.
Three happy years passed in this way, but soon Ivan Ivanovich became very ill, and he had to part with his beloved pet due to necessary operation on the heart. Bima is entrusted to a neighbor.
The owner’s farewell words sounded sad, but Bim could not understand their meaning. The dog could only wait an unbearably long time, remaining in the dark about the reasons for the absence of his best friend.
Soon, the melancholy of parting with Ivan Ivanovich becomes completely unbearable for Bim, and he decides to take a dangerous step - to try to find the disappeared owner on his own. The dog jumps out of the apartment of the neighbor who was looking after him and goes out into the street.
The path turns out to be full of severe trials, and Bim has to face more than once evil people and cruelty. However, during the journey, the dog also meets compassionate and sympathetic people who helped in various ways, but could not take him home. As a result, Bim ends up in a dog shelter.
Ivan Ivanovich, having undergone treatment, finds out the address and with hope urgently goes to the shelter where Bim was sent after the capture. Unfortunately, by that time the dog had already been killed due to the slander of an evil neighbor. The owner comes to the forest, where he often walked with Bim, and in memory of him shoots into the air four times: for each year a dog's life. Ivan Ivanovich bitterly mourns his friend, recognizing his unshakable loyalty and perseverance.
The dog sincerely, until his last seconds short life, continued to look for his beloved friend. Even as he died, he scratched at the door of the van for a long time with hope. How little he wanted - just to be close to his owner!
The author of the story raises the issue of protecting nature to readers, but not only. Conveying the world through the eyes of the purest and most devoted being, he reveals the philosophical problems of humanity. Thus, the author points out the corruption and selfishness of some people. Cruelty and indifference are revealed by the attitude of the callous people who met Bim in his search for a friend. The author's book has gained well-deserved success and has been reprinted numerous times and translated into many languages around the world.
It is no coincidence that the author’s idea that Ivan Ivanovich sought salvation from the cruelty of the world in a calm forest. So, this particular place personifies sincerity and innocence, something that human vices have not yet been able to destroy.
I believe that all people can seek salvation from cruelty on their own and by working on themselves. Until individuals are able to understand the importance and value of nature, they will not be able to truly love the manifestations of life and understand their value.
The dog, being the main figure of the book, did not live his life meaninglessly and left a good memory of himself. He managed to make friends with the guys looking for him, and also helped Ivan Ivanovich find good friends.
The book, through demonstrating the many torments and sufferings of two friends - a man and a dog - showed not only the cruel reality, but also something more. Bim's life teaches that true loyalty and friendship are not afraid of any difficulties and can be worth a whole life.
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Lermontov, having written this tweet, seems to be copying it to himself. There is a lot to learn from this product, and at the same time, it is even more fruity and succulent. Lermontov took certain moments from his life that confirm certain elements from the novel
Troepolsky Gabriel
“...Reader, friend!...Just think! If you write only about kindness, then for evil it is a godsend, a brilliance. If you write only about happiness, then people will stop seeing the unhappy and, in the end, will not notice them. If you write only about the seriously sad, then people will stop laughing at the ugly..."...And in the silence of the passing autumn, enveloped in its gentle slumber, in the days of short-lived oblivion of the coming winter, you begin to understand: only truth, only honor, only a clear conscience, and about all this - a word.
A word to little people who will later become adults, a word to adults who have not forgotten that they were once children.
Maybe that's why I write about the fate of the dog, about its loyalty, honor and devotion.
...Not a single dog in the world considers ordinary devotion to be something unusual. But people came up with the idea of extolling this feeling of a dog as a feat only because not all of them, and not so often, possess devotion to a friend and loyalty to duty so much that this is the root of life, the natural basis of the being itself, when the nobility of the soul is a self-evident state.
...This is how it is among us humans: there are modest people with a pure heart, “inconspicuous” and “small”, but with a huge soul. They decorate life, containing all the best that exists in humanity - kindness, simplicity, trust. So a snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth...”
1. Two in one room
Piteously and, it seemed, hopelessly, he suddenly began to whine, clumsily waddling back and forth, looking for his mother. Then the owner sat him on his lap and put a pacifier with milk in his mouth.
And what could a month-old puppy do if he still didn’t understand anything in life, and his mother was still not there, despite any complaints. So he tried to give sad concerts. Although, however, he fell asleep in the arms of the owner in an embrace with a bottle of milk.
But on the fourth day, the baby already began to get used to the warmth of human hands. Puppies very quickly begin to respond to affection.
He didn’t know his name yet, but a week later he established for sure that he was Bim.
At two months old, he was surprised to see things: a desk tall for a puppy, and on the wall - a gun, a hunting bag and the face of a man with long hair. I quickly got used to all this. There was nothing surprising in the fact that the man on the wall was motionless: if he didn’t move, there was little interest. True, a little later, then, no, no, yes, he will look: what would it mean - a face looking out of the frame, as if from a window?
The second wall was more interesting. It all consisted of different blocks, each of which the owner could pull out and put back in. At the age of four months, when Bim was already able to reach on his hind legs, he himself pulled out the block and tried to examine it. But for some reason he rustled and left a piece of paper in Bim’s teeth. It was very funny to tear that piece of paper into small pieces.
What is this?! - the owner shouted. - It is forbidden! - and poked Bim’s nose into the book. - Bim, you can’t. It is forbidden!
After such a suggestion, even a person will refuse to read, but Bim will not: he looked at the books for a long time and carefully, bowing his head first to one side, then to the other. And, apparently, he decided: since this one is impossible, I’ll take another one. He quietly grabbed the spine and dragged it under the sofa, there he chewed off first one corner of the binding, then the second, and, having forgotten, he dragged the unlucky book into the middle of the room and began to torment it playfully with his paws, and even with a jump.
It was here that he learned for the first time what “hurt” meant and what “impossible” meant. The owner stood up from the table and said sternly:
It is forbidden! - and tapped his ear. - You, your stupid head, tore up the “Bible for Believers and Non-Believers.” - And again: - You can’t! Books are not allowed! - He pulled his ear again.
Bim squealed and raised all four paws up. So lying on his back, he looked at the owner and could not understand what was actually happening.
It is forbidden! It is forbidden! - he deliberately hammered and thrust the book to his nose again and again, but no longer punished. Then he picked up the puppy, stroked it and said the same thing: “You can’t, boy, you can’t, silly.” - And he sat down. And he sat me on my knees.
So at an early age, Bim received morality from his master through the “Bible for Believers and Non-Believers.” Bim licked his hand and looked carefully into his face.
He already loved it when his owner talked to him, but so far he understood only two words: “Bim” and “impossible.” And yet it is very, very interesting to watch how white hair hangs on the forehead, kind lips move and how warm, gentle fingers touch the fur. But Bim was already able to absolutely accurately determine whether the owner was cheerful or sad, whether he was scolding or praising, calling or driving away.
And he could also be sad. Then he spoke to himself and turned to Bim:
This is how we live, fool. Why are you looking at her? - he pointed to the portrait. - She, brother, died. She doesn't exist. No... - He stroked Bim and said in full confidence: - Oh, my fool, Bimka. You don't understand anything yet.
But he was only partly right, since Bim understood that they would not play with him now, and he took the word “fool” personally, and “boy” too. So when his great friend called him a fool or a boy, Bim went immediately, as if to the nickname. And since he, at that age, mastered the intonation of his voice, then, of course, he promised to be the smartest dog.
But is it only the mind that determines a dog’s position among its fellows? Unfortunately no. Apart from his mental abilities, not everything was in order with Bim.
True, he was born from purebred parents, setters, with a long pedigree. Each of his ancestors had a personal sheet, a certificate. Using these questionnaires, the owner could not only reach Bim’s great-grandfather and grandmother, but also know, if desired, his great-grandfather’s great-grandfather and great-grandmother’s great-grandmother. This is all good, of course. But the fact is that Bim, despite all his advantages, had a big drawback, which later greatly affected his fate: although he was from the Scottish setter breed (Gordon setter), the color turned out to be completely atypical - that’s the point. According to the standards of hunting dogs, the Gordon Setter must be black, with a shiny bluish tint - the color of a raven's wing, and must have clearly demarcated bright markings, reddish-red tan marks; even white markings are considered a big fault in Gordons. Bim degenerated like this: the body is white, but with reddish markings and even slightly noticeable red speckles, only one ear and one leg are black, really like a raven’s wing, the second ear is a soft yellowish-red color. It’s even a surprisingly similar phenomenon: in all respects it’s a Gordon setter, but the color is, well, nothing like it. Some distant, distant ancestor jumped out to Bima: his parents were Gordons, and he was an albino of the breed.
In general, with such multi-colored ears and tan marks under large, intelligent dark brown eyes, Bim’s muzzle was even prettier, more noticeable, perhaps even smarter or, how to say, more philosophical, more thoughtful than that of ordinary dogs. And really, all this cannot even be called a muzzle, but rather a dog’s face. But according to the laws of cynology, white color, in a particular case, is considered a sign of degeneration. He is handsome in everything, but by coat standards he is clearly questionable and even vicious. This was Bim’s problem.
Of course, Bim did not understand the guilt of his birth, since puppies are not given by nature to choose their parents before they are born. Bim simply cannot even think about it. He lived for himself and was happy for now.
But the owner was worried: would they give Bim a pedigree certificate that would secure his position among hunting dogs, or would he remain a lifelong outcast? This will be known only at the age of six months, when the puppy (again, according to the laws of cynology) will define itself and become close to what is called a pedigree dog.
The owner of Bim's mother, in general, had already decided to cull the white one from the litter, that is, to drown him, but there was an eccentric who felt sorry for such a handsome man. That eccentric was Bim’s current owner: he liked his eyes, you see, they were smart. Wow! And now the question is: will they give or won’t they give a pedigree?
Meanwhile, the owner was trying to figure out why Bim had such an anomaly. He turned over all the books on hunting and dog breeding in order to get at least a little closer to the truth and prove over time that Bim was not guilty. It was for this purpose that he began to copy out from various books into a thick general notebook everything that could justify Bim as a real representative of the setter breed. Bim was already his friend, and friends always need to be helped out. Otherwise, Bim should not be a winner at shows, should not rattle gold medals on his chest: no matter how golden a dog he is in the hunt, he will be excluded from the breed.
What an injustice in this world!
Notes of a Hunter
IN recent months Bim quietly entered my life and took a strong place in it. What did he take? Kindness, boundless trust and affection - feelings are always irresistible, if sycophancy has not rubbed in between them, which can then, gradually, turn everything into false - kindness, trust, and affection. This is a terrible quality - sycophancy. God forbid! But Bim is still a baby and a cute little dog. Everything about it will depend on me, on the owner.
It’s strange that I sometimes notice things about myself now that weren’t there before. For example, if I see a picture with a dog, then first of all I pay attention to its color and breed. The concern arises from the question: will they give or will not give a certificate?
A few days ago I was at the museum at an art exhibition and immediately drew attention to the painting by D. Bassano (10th century) “Moses cutting out water from the rock.” There in the foreground there is a dog depicted - clearly a prototype of a cop breed, with a strange, however, color: the body is white, the muzzle, dissected by a white groove, is black, the ears are also black, and the nose is white, there is a black spot on the left shoulder, the rear rump is also black. Exhausted and skinny, she greedily drinks the long-awaited water from a human bowl.
The second dog, long-haired, also has black ears. Exhausted from thirst, she laid her head on her owner’s lap and humbly waited for water.
Nearby there is a rabbit, a rooster, and on the left are two lambs.
What did the artist want to say?
After all, a minute before, they were all in despair, they did not have a drop of hope. And they said to the eyes of Moses, who saved them from slavery:
“Oh, that we might die by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the pots of meat, when we ate our fill of bread! For you brought us out into this desert to starve all those gathered.”
Moses realized with great sorrow how deeply the spirit of slavery had taken possession of people: bread in abundance and cauldrons of meat were dearer to them than freedom. And so he carved water out of the rock. And at that hour there was goodness for everyone following him, which is felt in Bassano’s painting.
Or maybe the artist placed dogs in the main place as a reproach to people for their cowardice in misfortune, as a symbol of fidelity, hope and devotion? Anything is possible. It was a long time ago.
The painting by D. Bassano is about four hundred years old. Does the black and white in Bima really come from those times? This can't be true. However, nature is nature.
However, this is unlikely to help in any way to remove the accusation against Beam for his anomalies in the coloring of his body and ears. After all, the more ancient the examples, the more strongly he will be accused of atavism and inferiority.
No, we need to look for something else. If one of the dog handlers reminds you of D. Bassano’s painting, then, as a last resort, you can simply say: what does Bassano’s black ears have to do with it?
Let's look for data closer to Bim in time.
An extract from the standards of hunting dogs: “Gordon setters were bred in Scotland... The breed was formed by the beginning of the second half of the twentieth century... Modern Scottish setters, while maintaining their power and massive frame, have acquired a faster pace. Dogs of a calm, gentle character, obedient and not vicious, they get to work early and easily, and are successfully used both in the swamp and in the forest... They are characterized by a distinct, calm, high stance with the head not lower than the level of the withers..."
From the two-volume book “Dogs” by L.P. Sabaneev, author of the wonderful books “Hunting Calendar” and “Fishes of Russia”:
“If we take into account that the setter is based on the most ancient race of hunting dogs, which for many centuries received, so to speak, home education, then we will not be surprised that setters represent perhaps the most cultured and intelligent breed.”
So! Bim, therefore, is a dog of an intelligent breed. This may already come in handy.
From the same book by L.P. Sabaneev:
“In 1847, Pearland brought two wonderful beautiful setters from England as a gift to Grand Duke Mikhail Pavlovich. rare breed... The dogs were not for sale and were exchanged for a horse that cost 2,000 rubles...” Here. He was taking it as a gift, but he tore off the price of twenty serfs. But are dogs to blame? And what does Bim have to do with it? This is unusable.
From a letter from the once famous nature lover, hunter and dog breeder S.V. Pensky to L.P. Sabaneev:
“During the Crimean War, I saw a very good red setter near Sukhovo - Kobylin, the author of “Krechinsky’s Wedding,” and yellow-piebald ones in Ryazan from the artist Pyotr Sokolov.”
Yeah, that's getting close to the point. Interesting: even the old man had a setter back then. And the artist’s is yellow-piebald.
Isn't that where your blood comes from, Bim? That would be it! But why then... Black ear? Unclear.
From the same letter:
“The breed of red setters was also bred by the Moscow palace doctor Bers. He placed one of the red bitches with the black setter of the late Emperor Alexander Nikolaevich. I don’t know what puppies came out and where they went. I only know that one of them was raised in his village by Count Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy.”
Stop! Isn't it here? If your leg and ear are black from Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy's dog, you happy dog, Bim, even without a personal breed certificate, is the happiest of all dogs in the world. The great writer loved dogs.
More from the same letter:
“I saw the imperial black male in Ilyinsky after dinner, to which the sovereign invited members of the board of the Moscow hunting society. It was a very large and very beautiful lap dog, with a beautiful head, well dressed, but there was little of the setter type in it, besides, the legs were too long, and one of the legs was completely white. They say that this setter was given to the late emperor by some Polish gentleman, and there was a rumor that the dog was not entirely blood.”
It turns out that the Polish gentleman deceived the emperor? Could be. It could also be on the dog front. Oh, this black imperial male for me! However, right there there's blood coming out the yellow bitch Bersa, who had “an extraordinary sense of humor and remarkable intelligence.” This means that even if your leg, Bim, is from the emperor’s black dog, then you may well be a distant descendant of the dog of the greatest writer... But no, Bimka, pipes! Not a word about the imperial one. It wasn’t - and that’s it. Something else was missing.
What remains in case of a possible dispute in Bim’s defense? Moses falls away for obvious reasons. Sukhovo-Kobylin disappears both in time and in color. Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy remains:
a) closest in time;
b) his dog’s father was black and his mother was red.
Everything is suitable. But the father, the black one, is the imperial one, that’s the rub.
No matter how you turn it, you have to remain silent about the search for Bim’s distant blood. Consequently, dog handlers will determine only by the pedigree of Bim’s father and mother, as they are supposed to: there is no white in the pedigree and - amen. And Tolstoy has nothing to do with them. And they are right. And indeed, in this way everyone can trace the origin of their dog to the writer’s dog, and then they themselves are not far from L.N. Tolstoy. And indeed: how many of them we have, fat ones! It’s terrible how much has been revealed, it’s shockingly much.
No matter how offensive it may be, my mind is ready to come to terms with the fact that Bim will be an outcast among purebred dogs. Badly. One thing remains: Bim is a dog of an intelligent breed. But this is not proof (that’s what standards are for).
“It’s bad, Bim, it’s bad,” the owner sighed, putting down his pen and putting the general notebook into the table.
Bim, hearing his nickname, got up from the lounger, sat down, tilting his head to the side of his black ear, as if he was listening only to the yellow-red ones. And it was very nice. With all his appearance he said: “You are good, my good friend. I'm listening to. What do you want?
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White Bim Black Ear
“...Reader, friend! ...Think about it! If you write only about kindness, then for evil it is a godsend, a brilliance. If you write only about happiness, then people will stop seeing the unhappy and, in the end, will not notice them. If you write only about the seriously sad, then people will stop laughing at the ugly..." ...And in the silence of the passing autumn, enveloped in its gentle slumber, in the days of short-lived oblivion of the coming winter, you begin to understand: only truth, only honor, only a clear conscience, and all this is the word.
A word to little people who will later become adults, a word to adults who have not forgotten that they were once children.
Maybe that's why I write about the fate of the dog, about its loyalty, honor and devotion.
...Not a single dog in the world considers ordinary devotion to be something unusual. But people have come up with the idea of extolling this feeling of a dog as a feat only because not all of them, and not very often, have such devotion to a friend and loyalty to duty that this is the root of life, the natural basis of the being itself, when the nobility of the soul is a self-evident state.
...This is how it is among us humans: there are modest people with a pure heart, “inconspicuous” and “small”, but with a huge soul. They decorate life, containing all the best that exists in humanity - kindness, simplicity, trust. So a snowdrop seems like a drop of heaven on earth..."
1. TWO IN ONE ROOM
Piteously and, it seemed, hopelessly, he suddenly began to whine, clumsily waddling back and forth, looking for his mother. Then the owner sat him on his lap and put a pacifier with milk in his mouth.
And what could a month-old puppy do if he still didn’t understand anything in life, and his mother was still not there, despite any complaints. So he tried to give sad concerts. Although, however, he fell asleep in the arms of the owner in an embrace with a bottle of milk.
But on the fourth day, the baby already began to get used to the warmth of human hands. Puppies very quickly begin to respond to affection.
He didn’t yet know his name, but a week later he established for sure that he was Bim.
At two months old, he was surprised to see things: a desk tall for a puppy, and on the wall - a gun, a hunting bag and the face of a man with long hair. I quickly got used to all this. There was nothing surprising in the fact that the man on the wall was motionless: if he didn’t move, there was little interest. True, a little later, then, no, no, yes, he will look: what does it mean - a face looking out of the frame, as if from a window?
The second wall was more interesting. It all consisted of different blocks, each of which the owner could pull out and put back in. At the age of four months, when Bim was already able to reach on his hind legs, he himself pulled out the block and tried to examine it. But for some reason he rustled and left a piece of paper in Bim’s teeth. It was very funny to tear that piece of paper into small pieces.
– What is this?! – the owner shouted. - It is forbidden! - and poked Bim’s nose into the book. - Bim, you can’t. It is forbidden!
After such a suggestion, even a person will refuse to read, but Bim will not: he looked at the books for a long time and carefully, bowing his head first to one side, then to the other. And, apparently, he decided: since this one is impossible, I’ll take another one. He quietly grabbed the spine and dragged it under the sofa, there he chewed off first one corner of the binding, then the second, and, having forgotten, he dragged the unlucky book into the middle of the room and began to torment it playfully with his paws, and even with a jump.
It was here that he learned for the first time what “hurt” meant and what “impossible” meant. The owner stood up from the table and said sternly:
- It is forbidden! – and tapped his ear. “You, your stupid head, tore up the “Bible for Believers and Non-Believers.” - And again: - You can’t! Books are not allowed! “He tugged his ear again.
Bim squealed and raised all four paws up. So lying on his back, he looked at the owner and could not understand what was actually happening.
- It is forbidden! It is forbidden! - he deliberately hammered and thrust the book to his nose again and again, but no longer punished. Then he picked up the puppy, stroked it and said the same thing: “You can’t, boy, you can’t, silly.” - And he sat down. And he sat me on my knees.
So at an early age, Bim received morality from his master through the “Bible for Believers and Non-Believers.” Bim licked his hand and looked carefully into his face.
He already loved it when his owner talked to him, but so far he understood only two words: “Bim” and “impossible.” And yet it is very, very interesting to watch how white hair hangs on the forehead, kind lips move and how warm, gentle fingers touch the fur. But Bim was already able to absolutely accurately determine whether the owner was cheerful or sad, whether he was scolding or praising, calling or driving away.
And he could also be sad. Then he spoke to himself and turned to Bim:
- This is how we live, fool. Why are you looking at her? – he pointed to the portrait. - She, brother, died. She doesn't exist. No... - He stroked Bim and said in full confidence: - Oh, my fool, Bimka. You don't understand anything yet.
But he was only partly right, since Bim understood that they would not play with him now, and he took the word “fool” personally, and “boy” too. So when his great friend called him a fool or a boy, Bim went immediately, as if to the nickname. And since he, at that age, mastered the intonation of his voice, then, of course, he promised to be the smartest dog.
But is it only the mind that determines a dog’s position among its fellows? Unfortunately no. Apart from his mental abilities, not everything was in order with Bim.
True, he was born from purebred parents, setters, with a long pedigree. Each of his ancestors had a personal sheet, a certificate. Using these questionnaires, the owner could not only reach Bim’s great-grandfather and grandmother, but also know, if desired, his great-grandfather’s great-grandfather and great-grandmother’s great-grandmother. This is all good, of course. But the fact is that Bim, despite all his advantages, had a big drawback, which later greatly affected his fate: although he was from the Scottish setter breed (Gordon setter), the color turned out to be completely atypical - that’s the point. According to the standards of hunting dogs, the Gordon Setter must be black, with a shiny bluish tint - the color of a raven's wing, and must have clearly demarcated bright markings, reddish-red tan markings, even white markings are considered a big fault in Gordons. Bim degenerated like this: the body is white, but with reddish markings and even slightly noticeable red speckles, only one ear and one leg are black, really like a raven’s wing, the second ear is a soft yellowish-red color. Even a surprisingly similar phenomenon: in all respects it is a Gordon setter, but the color is, well, nothing like it. Some distant, distant ancestor jumped out to Bima: his parents were Gordons, and he was an albino of the breed.
In general, with such multi-colored ears and tan marks under large, intelligent dark brown eyes, Bim’s muzzle was even prettier, more noticeable, perhaps even smarter or, how to say, more philosophical, more thoughtful than that of ordinary dogs. And really, all this cannot even be called a muzzle, but rather a dog’s face. But according to the laws of cynology, white color, in a particular case, is considered a sign of degeneration. He is handsome in everything, but by the standards of his coat, he is clearly questionable and even vicious. This was Bim’s problem.
Of course, Bim did not understand the guilt of his birth, since puppies are not given by nature to choose their parents before they are born. Bim simply cannot even think about it. He lived for himself and was happy for now.
But the owner was worried: would they give Bim a pedigree certificate that would secure his position among hunting dogs, or would he remain a lifelong outcast? This will be known only at the age of six months, when the puppy (again, according to the laws of cynology) will define itself and become close to what is called a pedigree dog.
The owner of Bim's mother, in general, had already decided to cull the white one from the litter, that is, to drown him, but there was an eccentric who felt sorry for such a handsome man. That eccentric was Bim’s current owner: he liked his eyes, you see, they were smart. Wow! And now the question is: will they give or won’t they give a pedigree?
Meanwhile, the owner was trying to figure out why Bim had such an anomaly. He turned over all the books on hunting and dog breeding in order to get at least a little closer to the truth and prove over time that Bim was not guilty. It was for this purpose that he began to copy out from various books into a thick general notebook everything that could justify Bim as a real representative of the setter breed. Bim was already his friend, and friends always need to be helped out. Otherwise, Bim should not be a winner at shows, should not rattle gold medals on his chest: no matter how golden a dog he is in the hunt, he will be excluded from the breed.
What an injustice in this world!
NOTES OF A HUNTER
In recent months, Bim quietly entered my life and took a strong place in it. What did he take? Kindness, boundless trust and affection - feelings are always irresistible, if sycophancy has not rubbed in between them, which can then, gradually, turn everything into false - kindness, trust, and affection. This is a terrible quality - sycophancy. God forbid! But Bim is still a baby and a cute little dog. Everything about it will depend on me, on the owner.
It’s strange that I sometimes notice things about myself now that weren’t there before. For example, if I see a picture with a dog, then first of all I pay attention to its color and breed. The concern arises from the question: will they give or will not give a certificate?
A few days ago I was at the museum at an art exhibition and immediately drew attention to the painting by D._Bassano (10th century) “Moses cutting out water from the rock.” There in the foreground there is a dog - clearly a prototype of a cop breed, with a strange, however, color: the body is white, the muzzle, dissected by a white groove, is black, the ears are also black, and the nose is white, there is a black spot on the left shoulder, the rear rump is also black. Exhausted
and skinny, she greedily drinks the long-awaited water from a human bowl.
The second dog, long-haired, also has black ears. Exhausted from thirst, she laid her head on her owner’s lap and humbly waited for water.
Nearby are a rabbit, a rooster, and on the left are two lambs.
What did the artist want to say?
After all, a minute before, they were all in despair, they did not have a drop of hope. And they said to the eyes of Moses, who saved them from slavery:
“Oh, that we might die by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the pots of meat, when we ate our fill of bread! For you brought us out into this desert to starve all those gathered.”
Moses realized with great sorrow how deeply the spirit of slavery had taken possession of people: bread in abundance and cauldrons of meat were dearer to them than freedom. And so he carved water out of the rock. And at that hour there was goodness for everyone following him, which is felt in Bassano’s painting.
Or maybe the artist placed dogs in the main place as a reproach to people for their cowardice in misfortune, as a symbol of fidelity, hope and devotion? Anything is possible. It was a long time ago.
The painting by D. Bassano is about four hundred years old. Does the black and white in Bima really come from those times? This can't be true. However, nature is nature.
However, this is unlikely to help in any way to remove the accusation against Beam for his anomalies in the coloring of his body and ears. After all, the more ancient the examples, the more strongly he will be accused of atavism and inferiority.
No, we need to look for something else. If one of the dog handlers reminds you of D._Bassano’s painting, then you can, as a last resort, simply say: what does Bassano’s black ears have to do with it?
Let's look for data closer to Bim in time.
An extract from the standards of hunting dogs: “Gordon setters were bred in Scotland... The breed was formed by the beginning of the second half of the twentieth century... Modern Scottish setters, while maintaining their power and massive frame, have acquired a faster pace. Dogs of a calm, gentle character, obedient and not vicious, they get to work early and easily, and are successfully used both in the swamp and in the forest... They are characterized by a distinct, calm, high stance with the head not lower than the level of the withers...”
From the two-volume book “Dogs” by L.P. Sabaneev, author of the wonderful books “Hunting Calendar” and “Fishes of Russia”:
“If we take into account that the setter is based on the most ancient race of hunting dogs, which for many centuries received, so to speak, home education, then we will not be surprised that setters represent perhaps the least cultured and intelligent breed.”
So! Bim, therefore, is a dog of an intelligent breed. This may already come in handy.
From the same book by L.P. Sabaneev:
“In 1847, Pearland brought from England two wonderful beautiful setters of a very rare breed as a gift to Grand Duke Mikhail Pavlovich... The dogs were unsaleable and were exchanged for a horse that cost 2,000 rubles...” Here. He was taking it as a gift, but he tore off the price of twenty serfs. But are dogs to blame? And what does Bim have to do with it? This is unusable.
From a letter from the once famous nature lover, hunter and dog breeder S.V. Pensky to L.P. Sabaneev:
“During the Crimean War, I saw a very good red setter from Sukhovo-Kobylin, the author of “Krechinsky’s Wedding,” and yellow-piebald ones in Ryazan from the artist Pyotr Sokolov.”
Yeah, that's getting close to the point. Interesting: even the old man had a setter back then. And the artist’s is yellow-piebald.
Isn't that where your blood comes from, Bim? That would be it! But why then... Black ear? Unclear.
From the same letter:
“The breed of red setters was also bred by the Moscow palace doctor Bers. He placed one of the red bitches with the black setter of the late Emperor Alexander Nikolaevich. I don’t know what puppies came out and where they went. I only know that one of them was raised in his village by Count Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy.”
Stop! Isn't it here? If your leg and ear are black from Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy’s dog, you are a happy dog, Bim, even without a personal breed certificate, the happiest of all dogs in the world. The great writer loved dogs.
More from the same letter:
“I saw the imperial black male in Ilyinsky after dinner, to which the sovereign invited members of the board of the Moscow hunting society. It was a very large and very beautiful lap dog, with a beautiful head, well dressed, but there was little of the setter type in it, besides, the legs were too long, and one of the legs was completely white. They say that this setter was given to the late emperor by some Polish gentleman, and there was a rumor that the dog was not entirely blood.”
It turns out that the Polish gentleman deceived the emperor? Could be. It could also be on the dog front. Oh, this black imperial male for me! However, right next to it is the blood of the yellow bitch Bersa, who had “an extraordinary sense and remarkable intelligence.” This means that even if your leg, Bim, is from the emperor’s black dog, then you may well be a distant descendant of the dog of the greatest writer... But no, Bimka, pipes! Not a word about the imperial one. It wasn’t - and that’s it. Something else was missing.
What remains in case of a possible dispute in Bim’s defense? Moses falls away for obvious reasons. Sukhovo-Kobylin disappears both in time and in color. Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy remains:
a) closest in time
b) his dog’s father was black and his mother was red. Everything is suitable. But the father, the black one, is imperial, that’s the rub.
No matter how you turn it, you have to remain silent about the search for Bim’s distant blood. Consequently, dog handlers will determine only by the pedigree of Bim’s father and mother, as they are supposed to: there is no white in the pedigree and - amen. And Tolstoy has nothing to do with them. And they are right. And indeed, in this way everyone can trace the origin of their dog to the writer’s dog, and then they themselves are not far from L.N. Tolstoy. And indeed: how many of them we have, fat ones! It’s terrible how much has been revealed, it’s shockingly much.
No matter how offensive it may be, my mind is ready to come to terms with the fact that Bim will be an outcast among purebred dogs. Badly. One thing remains: Bim is a dog of an intelligent breed. But this is not proof (that’s what standards are for).
“It’s bad, Bim, it’s bad,” the owner sighed, putting down his pen and putting a general notebook into the table.
Bim, hearing his nickname, got up from the lounger, sat down, tilting his head to the side of his black ear, as if he was listening only to the yellow-red ones. And it was very nice. With all his appearance he said: “You are good, my good friend. I'm listening to. What do you want?
The owner immediately cheered up from Bim’s question and said:
- Well done, Bim! We will live together, even without pedigree. You're a good dog. good dogs everyone loves it. “He took Bim on his lap and stroked his fur, saying: “Okay.” Still good, boy.
Bim felt warm and cozy. He immediately understood for the rest of his life: “good” means affection, gratitude and friendship.
And Bim fell asleep. Why does he care who he is, his master? The important thing is that he is good and close.
“Oh, you black ear, imperial leg,” he said quietly and carried Bim onto the lounger.
He stood in front of the window for a long time, peering into the dark lilac night. Then he looked at the portrait of the woman and said:
“You see, I feel a little better.” I'm no longer alone. “He didn’t notice how, alone, he gradually got used to speaking out loud to her or even to himself, and now to Bim. “Not alone,” he repeated to the portrait.
And Bim was sleeping.
So they lived together in the same room. Bim grew up strong. Very soon he learned that the owner’s name was “Ivan Ivanovich.” Smart puppy, quick-witted. And little by little he realized that he couldn’t touch anything, he could only look at things and people. And in general it’s completely impossible.
If the owner does not allow or even orders. So the word “impossible” became the main law of Bim’s life. And Ivan Ivanovich’s eyes, intonation, gestures, clear words of orders and words of affection were a guide in a dog’s life. Moreover, independent decisions any action should not in any way contradict the wishes of the owner. But Bim gradually began to even guess some of his friend’s intentions. For example, he stands in front of the window and looks, looks into the distance and thinks, thinks. Then Bim sits down next to him and also looks and thinks too. The man does not know what the dog is thinking about, but the dog says with all his appearance: “Now my good friend will sit down at the table, he will definitely sit down. He walks a little from corner to corner and sits down and moves a stick along a white piece of paper, and it whispers a little.
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