Rock Island & quot; At the roundabout, & quot;
A broad , high-road ,
At Moscow , at the roundabout
Dog sat there ,
Where gentle descent ,
Purebred dog ,
Live a little ...
He sat on the ground cold ,
And quietly looking forward.
Before him of machinery column
Well, in these busy people ...
And the drivers were surprised :
& quot; Whose dog , which is sitting ? & quot;
Something to shout him pytalis-
Hurt the dog looks plaintively .
About a hundred meters , if you take the west
Police roadblocks
Lieutenant young , rumpled
Here serviceable service carried
Lieutenant walked the dog ,
Dog growled the last effort .
The man turned to the signs ,
Squatted down and asked :
& quot; Well eat at least a little , poor man ! & quot;
Lieutenant handed food ...
Dog burned human eye ,
The man swallowed a tear ...
Picture flashed in my head :
What happened five days ago ,
As nine, gliding , pierced ,
Straight from the fly , KAMAZ in the ass ...
After cutting blowtorch ,
Removed three people ...
From the embrace of steel captivity
Rescue dog looked at ...
A second family died ...
Lieutenant protocol wrote .
But the case today , it is clear
Only the dog did not kill ...
And the dog was sitting sixth day
And hopefully looking forward ...
He's been waiting for , dying creepy
That the owner would come after him
