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“Wild people”: an echo of a long-standing shot
More than five years have passed since the leader of a fairly large pack of feral dogs that robbed the land and undermined the well-being of the surrounding villagers was eliminated with an arrow from a crossbow. But the company that arrived here on the Hunter was almost the same as before. The former huntsman-a participant in long-standing events, now on a voluntary basis occasionally helping the young successor, handed him the binoculars with the words: – Well, look-they? – They, dear…in optics admired all sitting in the car. Yes, indeed, they are. But not quite. If last time the pack consisted of a cocktail of lycoids and large mongrels, as well as a hound and a funny half-Caucasian with some sheep’s hair, now clearly viewed nepotism. Continue reading