The dog was happily in the yard, he slept under the old bed, chasing fowls without fatigue and his belly was a sieve. That his owner was generous, he regularly gave a mumble, bound under the shady cedar, the iron chain was long. But being touched by evil, probably in the field he was cold, the man suddenly hurt and then, after a long silence. Remaining without food, the trouble of the sky fell down, frosty happiness frost, mercilessly, the hopes have faded. The chain was now too short, held him in lethal captivity, desperately trying to break, to meet the next day. And as you read this page thought consciousness cuts you: that freedom always has a limit - it is more important not to notice.
