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It was in the December river, somewhere near Zverevo in the Russian wilderness, where the train at the station costs no more than 5 minutes. From there, rumors spread slowly like turtles. They crawled to me in some fabulous way, well, after all, it’s a fairy tale, after all… So, the dog got lost on the river. A stray, of course. But she still lived at a grocery store. Not that she was completely homeless, but not at home either. She got lost in the ice, but so no one else saw her. Maybe she crossed to the other side, to another village, maybe something else.

But since then, from behind the bushes, a top, they say, jumps out on the rangers of the railway. Spinning and squealing, grabbing at its tail. Rolls around in the snow, as if scratching his back, make circles and runs away. See the resemblance in him to that dog. They called it, however, «full of fleas». Since it is choked and it is assumed that it is flea. And strangely wet all the time, in icicles in winter. With red, animal, not human eyes.

They see that river, constantly nearby. Sometimes they don’t see it for a long time: winter, two or five. They know that he is there somewhere and they are afraid to let their children go to the river.