Alena Egorova
Dedicated to MOTLE HOUSE RED SUN 17.08.2011-19.12.2017.
They are going away. It's unavoidable
so short the dog life of the century!
they love us faithfully and tenderly
all these seven something of a short time.

they are going away. we remain.
so bitter, sorry ... but not cancel
deaths, diseases. yes, we stay -
we remain to remember and to love.

we remain to remember their views,
their barking in the morning and a torn sofa,
and how they were always glad to us,
and how stubborn they were as a sheep.

they are going away. memory remains.
we have this memory for them all.
... but again barking in the apartment is heard.
"he looks so ...". and we are again needed.

"he looks so ...". and we are again needed.

Tatyana Likhovtsova
Request

I asked my mom and dad
And they are silent in response,
I ask them for a dog,
Just the hundredth time in a row.

I then write to Frost:
"You can do everything for sure,
Good grandfather - a magician
Give me a puppy.

With a soft fur coat golden
We just grow up with him,
We will serve on the border
Together with a friend we carry. "

Tatyana Likhovtsova
Helke is dedicated ...

You know, dear Helka, how do I miss you
I thought: time heals, pain and anguish recede
But emptiness in my heart for a long time settled
Who will tell me, dear, why so happened
Without you, you know, it's not enough to say that it's sad.
With a wound like this on the heart, Helka, is living empty.
How can I deal with anguish, where to gain strength.
How can I cuddle up to you again, to my dear girlfriend
You were a nanny to me, you were a joy to me ...
Again to see you and do not need anything ... ..

Tatyana Likhovtsova
Dog show

We have an exhibition today
We have a stir!
Cut and my poodle,
To perform, he was able to

To pass adequately with the handler
By ring before the judge,
So that everyone can see him
They said: "Ah. What! "

How well it holds,
What a chic groats,
As in the rack the poodle is that good,
And apparently not stupid ....,

Yes, he awards the main
Get everything in full!
Envy us viewers,
Be proud of them the country ....

And the poodle thought about one thing
"When, finally,
My torment will pass
And the exhibition .... end!"

Tatyana Likhovtsova
Bagel, thrown poodle

When that fluffy lump
You got in your house, it seemed,
With you they played, you were proud
And they called you "son".
But the time of love is universal
It flew so fast ...
Owners a living "toy".
Suddenly as something in time, tired ....
Slouched in the streets at night,
And in the afternoon hiding in a ditch
You thought about the life of the past -
Cruel human fun.
There is no friend rather a dog,
They taught us love.
We must remember that in the answer,
for those who have tamed!
10.06.15

Dedicated to our lost girls, filmologists near Smolensk
They raced along the road,
In anticipation of victories and awards,
And they drove, to stand up for Russia,
Nineteen fine dogs.
Five human hearts were beating,
In unison and with the excitement of them,
Life was beautiful,
Adding intrigues to them is a stroke.
How they dreamed about this exhibition,
And the animals were preparing a year,
And their eyes shone with light,
Believing in life there will be no adversity.
All the dogs snorted quietly,
Knowing, there are those,
Who in the dog's understanding,
Meets their dream!
And what kind of dream does a dog have?
Warm hands and food,
Respect and tenderness,
Fresh water in a bowl.
Well, most importantly, it's close.
Go, sleep, have fun and live,
What do you need for happiness?
His man to love
But what for so all to fuck up,
Did you suddenly want death, for what?
And relatives in a terrible wound,
Woe to everyone in the heart has come.
We all have lost our loved ones,
All dogs are relatives,
Death is cruel to our girls,
I try on myself!
Better to me, survived and old,
In that bus I had to go,
Maybe so would avoid punishment,
Death could have deceived us.
Everyone died .... Dogs and people,
Did not want to leave forever,
How could the dogs not perish?
If their person perishes?
They go to the rainbow together,
The dogs will show them the way,
And our girls will succeed,
Look at the doggy paradise.
And then they will gather in the cloud,
Souls are clean,
And they will shed rain to Smolensk,
In the window sleeping knocking clinkingly.
Girls, you are the winners !!
And the example was always,
And in honor of each of you after death,
The star caught fire in the sky!
Alla Kornishina 10.06.15

20.06.15
Arthur Grigoryev
Congratulations on the Day of the Cynologist !!!!

Dogs! God gave you people as a reward,
To warm your heart, glad eye.
How little do you need from a man,
How much he gets from you!
When a dog with a man is near,
the evil is dropping from the soul.
she will always understand you from half-
will fill the house with comfort and warmth.
When we are beaten up in a worldly fight
and it seems that there is no end to mischief,
lick wounds to us dogs
and tears lick our face.
So let Man be the crown of creation,
no matter what life has reached the top,
bends the forehead with love and respect
to the four-legged healers of the soul!

EXHIBITION OF THE DOG'S EYES
(verse by G. Mohova from Orl)

Today an exhibition of dogs,
The master is shaking.
Ringer, a brush, a treat,
He takes everything with him.

We have been going to the country for a long time,
Into some tight club.
A wonderful people gathered here,
Dogs scurry about.

I understand this all,
As if, for me.
But, it would be better if we went
In blooming fields.

The owner waits very long,
When the hour comes,
And the guy will yell into the shout,
So they call us.

Now they'll get into my mouth,
I do not like it.
But, if the owner wants so,
For the sake of him I'll endure.

To us the expert will dryly approach,
And saying something,
Rather tough, unpleasant
He will feel me.

I must stand it now,
After all, next to me,
Which is important to me,
He shakes again.

We ran five laps,
My master is tired.
Dogs that stood side by side
Come on pedestal.

I realized we lost,
And it's all about me.
Master, say something,
I thought about you.

Well, you want me, I'll be back in the ring
And I'll make "sit".
I will not bark, clench,
And look at the dogs.

Master, just smile,
Stroke my scruff,
Rather, you sit behind the wheel,
Let's go home.

I'll prove it to you at home,
Who is the best dog.
The newspaper, sneakers will bring,
In the knees I thrust my nose.

A dozen more exhibitions
For the sake of you I'll endure,
But I still bark in the ring:
"I love you! I love!"

1925. S. Yesenin.
Sobake Kachalova

Give, Jim, for luck paw me,
I have never seen such a paw.
Let's get on with you with the moon
On a quiet, noiseless weather.
Give, Jim, luckily paw me.

Please, my dear, do not lick.
Understand with me though the most simple.
After all, you do not know what life is,
You do not know what to live in the world.

Your master is nice and famous,
And he has a lot of guests in the house,
And everyone, smiling, strives
You touch the velvet wool.

You are a dog-like devilishly handsome,
With such a sweet trusting sympathy.
And, not a single one without asking,
As a drunk friend, you try to kiss.

My dear Jim, among your guests
There were so many of them and there were not any of them.
But the one that is all more silent and sadder,
Did she come here by chance?

She will come, I give you bail.
And without me, in her staring eyes,
You are licking her gently for me
For everything that was and was not to blame.
1925, Sergei Yesenin