Once there was a pop. He was an employee of Ivan distant village and there was a dog ball. Very pop loved dog. Doggie fed so well-groomed, and Ivan working, working, and how to feed him pop greedy stingy. He decided to teach Ivan ass. Then one day, and said to the priest:
- Oh, my dear, how clever you ball! He would have been back in school to teach - all dogs be exceeded, even with the man to his feet.
- What are you, Ivan! And in any such school to teach?
- And there is a special dog in school, there dogs are taught to read and write. That would be you graduate dog! ..
- Come on, Ivan, go to the city - lights up pop - all have to find out how.
Ivan took his knapsack and went to his village, to his wife. Told her about the ass, and about the dog, after staying three days, he returned to the priest and says:
- All, father found out, take to school smart dogs are taught well and inexpensively take. Grub, of course, on your own.
Pop With his wife collected knapsack, gave money to scientists, Ivan took balls.
Brought him to his home, he gave money to his wife and the grub, ordered to feed the dog and went back to the priest.
Pop With his wife, soon to Ivan:
- How is our dear Ball?
- Accept it, docile dog, a good student.
It takes a month. Ivan says:
- It's time to check on the dog, grubs and take the money too. Again his father with the mother of the projectile.
Again Ivan went home to visit. Tossing and turning to the priest.
- Well, there, Ivan?
- What, sir, the ball is already speaks like a man.
- Can it be as a man? Ah, my serdeshny! - Lamented the priest's wife. - Now I shall be going to the city will see him, listen.
- You can not, - says Ivan. - The teacher forbade. Said the dog, after the hosts as they see yearn, whine, are impeded.
As time goes by, Ivan each month carries Sharik grub, and teacher - money.
A year has passed. Ivan returns and says:
- Well, sir, we learned about the dog on the head. What he said just now at all - I am afraid to repeat!
- What did he say?
"Tell me, Ivan, - he says - our father still takes stolen bread?"
- What are you saying! - Waved his hands pop. - Why, because it is me in jail! Oh, damn dog! What to do? Ivan, here's the money, take this lousy dog in the woods, Bring strangle and bury it in the ground! Only my mother about what no man.
Ivan took the money left. Returns, and the mother immediately to him:
- How's my ball?
- Misfortune, mother, unhappiness. Zouch ball. Died, not endure.
A ball-lived himself, not grieved, Ivanovo yard dog served its service.