Gubin

Worn out and jumpy, Gubin looked like a stray dog: he had strayed onto someone else’s street, and sturdy yard dogs surrounded him at once. He’s frightened by them, crouches on his hind legs, raises dust with his tail, and, baring his teeth, squeals or barks—like he’s trying either to frighten the opponents off or to ask them for mercy. But noticing his weakness and pitifulness, they react indifferently: they’re too lazy to get angry, yet for the sake of their own dignity they lazily, without interest, yip at him right in the face…