This is a short story by genius of short prose – Anton Chekhov. In just a few minutes of investigation, in just a couple of pages, Chekhov describes, in such clear, such accurate way, poltroonery of a certain warden. Furious towards superiors and cruel towards weaker. And all through a relationship with a dog.
Whose dog it actually is, the one that is helplessly lying in the street? In only few minutes, its destiny will change. Because it is a huge difference if it is a stray dog or it belongs to a general. It will make a difference whether it will be perceived as a mutt or a pure-bred dog, whether to kill it or if it is just a pooch which was provoked to bite.