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his obscurity and loneliness. And ofttimes the steps of his Aunt resounded through the deserted flat, while from the bed was heard a whisper, which resembled a sigh:

โ€œMy friend, my only friend!โ€

Eventually his illusive fame came, came unguessed at, and unexpected, and filled the empty apartments with light and life. His Auntโ€™s steps were drowned in the tramp of friendly footsteps, and the spectre of loneliness vanished, and the soft whisper ceased. Vodka, too, disappeared, that ominous companion of the solitary, and Vladimir Mikhailovich ceased to insult his Aunt and his friends.

The dog too was glad. Still louder became his bark on the occasion of their belated meetings, when his master, his only friend, came home kind, happy, and laughing. The dog himself learnt to smile; his upper lip would be drawn up exposing his white teeth, and his nose would pucker up into funny little wrinkles. Happy and frolicsome he began to play; he would seize hold of things and make as though he would carry them away, and when his master stretched out his hands to catch him, he would let him approach to within a stride of him, and then run away again, while his black eyes sparkled with artfulness.

Sometimes Vladimir Mikhailovich would point to his Aunt and say, โ€œBite her!โ€ and the dog would fly at her in feigned anger, shake her petticoat, and then, out of breath, glance sideways at his friend with his roguish black eyes. The Auntโ€™s thin lips would be contorted into an austere smile, and stroking the dog, now tired out with play, on his glossy head, would say:

โ€œSensible dog!โ โ€”only he does not like soup.โ€

And at night, when Vladimir Mikhailovich was at work, and only the jarring of the windowpanes, caused by the street traffic, broke the stillness, the dog would doze near to him on the alert, and wake at his slightest movement.

โ€œWhat, laddie, would you like some liver?โ€ he would ask.

โ€œYes,โ€ would Vasyuk reply, wagging his tail in the affirmative.

โ€œWell, wait a bit, Iโ€™ll buy you some. What do you want? To be petted? I have no time now, I am busy; go to sleep, laddie!โ€

Every night he asked the dog about liver, but he continually forgot to buy it, because his head was full of plans for a new work, and of thoughts of a woman he was in love with. Only once did he remember the liver. It was in the evening; he was passing a butcherโ€™s shop, arm in arm with a pretty woman who pressed her shoulder close against his. He jokingly told her about his dog, and praised his sense and intelligence. Showing off somewhat, he went on to tell her that there were terrible, distressing moments, when he regarded his dog as his only friend, and laughingly related his promise to buy liver for his friend, when he should have attained happinessโ โ€”and he pressed the girlโ€™s hand closer to him.

โ€œYou clever fellow,โ€ cried she, laughing; โ€œyou would make even stones speak. But I donโ€™t like dogs at all: they are so apt to carry infection.โ€

Vladimir Mikhailovich agreed that that was the case, and held his tongue with regard to his habit of sometimes kissing that black shiny muzzle.

One day, Vasyuk played more than usual during the daytime, but in the evening, when Vladimir Mikhailovich came home, he did not turn up to meet him, and his Aunt said that the dog was ill. Vladimir Mikhailovich was alarmed, and went into the kitchen, where the dog lay on a bed of soft litter. His nose was dry and hot, and his eyes were troubled. He made a slight movement of his tail, and looked piteously at his friend.

โ€œWhat is it, boy; ill? My poor fellow!โ€

The tail made a feeble motion, and the black eyes became moist.

โ€œLie still, then; lie still!โ€

โ€œHe will have to be taken to the veterinary: but tomorrow, I have no time. But it will pass offโ โ€”โ€ thought Vladimir Mikhailovich, and he forgot the dog in thinking of the happiness the pretty girl might give him. All the next day he was away from home. When he returned his hand fumbled long in searching for the bell-handle, and when it was found hesitated long as to what to do with the wooden thing.

โ€œAh, yes! I must ring,โ€ he laughed, and then began singing, โ€œOpenโ โ€”ye!โ€

The bell gave a solitary ring, goloshes squish-squashed, and the key squeaked as it was taken out of the lock.

Vladimir Mikhailovich, still humming, passed through into his room, and walked about a long time before it occurred to him that he ought to light the lamp. Then he undressed, but for a long time he kept in his hands the boots he had taken off, and looked at them as though they were the pretty girl, who had only that day said so simply and sincerely, โ€œYes! I love you!โ€ And when he had got into bed, he still saw her speaking face, until side by side with it there appeared the black shiny muzzle of his dog, and with a sharp pain there crept into his heart the question:

โ€œBut where is Vasyuk?โ€

He became ashamed of having forgotten the sick dogโ โ€”but not particularly so: for had not Vasyuk been ill several times before, and nothing had come of it. But tomorrow the veterinary must be sent for. At all events he need not think of the dog, and of his own ingratitudeโ โ€”that would do no good, and would only diminish his own happiness.

When morning came the dog became worse. He was troubled with nausea, and being a well-mannered dog, he rose with difficulty from his litter, and went to the courtyard, staggering like a drunken man. His little black body was sleek as ever, but his head hung feebly, and his eyes, which now looked grey, gazed in mournful surprise.

At first Vladimir Mikhailovich himself, with the help of his Aunt, opened wide the dogโ€™s mouth, with its yellowing gums, and poured in medicine: but the dog was in such

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