"Chameleon"

Police officer Ochumelov wore a new military coat and walked through the market square with a small bag in his hand. Behind him was a patrolman with reddish brown hair, holding a sieve filled with confiscated gooseberries. There was silence all around... not even a soul in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors, listlessly facing the world created by God, like hungry mouths. There wasn't even a beggar near the shop door. ?

"How dare you bite, damn thing!" Ochumelov suddenly heard voices. "Guys, don't let it go! Biting is not allowed nowadays! Catch it! Ouch,... Ouch!" The dog screamed. Ochumelov looked over and saw a dog emerging from the woodyard of the merchant Pichugin, running on three legs and looking back. Behind it, a man wearing a starched calico shirt and an unbuttoned waistcoat ran out. He chased the dog, leaned forward, fell to the ground, and grabbed the dog's hind legs. Then came the barking of dogs and the cry of people: "Don't let it go!" Sleepy faces came out of the shops one after another, and soon a group of people gathered at the door of the woodyard, as if they had emerged from the ground. The same. ?

"There seems to be trouble, sir!..." said the patrolman. ?

Ochumelov turned slightly to the left and walked towards the crowd. At the door of the woodyard, he saw the above-mentioned man in the unbuttoned waistcoat standing there, raising his right hand and showing a bloody finger to the crowd. His half-drunken face had the look: "I'm going to get you, you scoundrel!" and the finger itself looked like a banner of victory. Ochumelov recognized this man as the jeweler Khryugin. The culprit of this mess was a white-haired terrier with a pointed face and a yellow spot on its back. It was sitting on the ground in the center of the crowd, with its front legs spread out and its whole body shaking. Its tearful eyes showed distress and fear. ?

"What happened here?" Ochumelov asked as he squeezed into the crowd. ?"What are you doing here? Why are you raising your finger?...Who is shouting?"?

"I was going my own way, sir, and I didn't offend anyone,..." Khryugin coughed into his empty fist and spoke. "I was talking about firewood with Mitri Mitrich. Suddenly, this bad guy bit my finger for no reason. ... Please forgive me, I am a working man. ... My The work is delicate. I have to pay a sum of money, because I may not be able to move my finger for a week... There is no such thing in the law as a person suffering from an animal. We should endure the harm... If everyone is bitten by dogs, it would be better not to live in this world..."?

"Well!...That's right,..." Ochumelov said sternly, coughing and moving his eyebrows. "Not bad.?...Whose dog is this? I can't let this kind of thing go. I want to show some color to those who let dogs cause trouble! Now it's time to control those who are unwilling to abide by the law. My lord! Only when he is fined will he, this bastard, understand what will happen if he lets the dogs and other beasts out! The patrolman said, "Go and find out whose dog this is and file a report! This dog has to be beaten to death. Don't delay! This is probably a mad dog. ... I ask you: Whose dog this is?" "Dog?"?

"This dog seems to belong to General Zhigalov!" someone in the crowd said. ?

“From General Zhigalov’s house? Hmm!…You, Yeldelin, take off my coat.…?It’s so hot! It’s probably going to rain.… ...There's just one thing I don't understand: how could it bite you?" Ochumelov said to Khryugin. "Could it be able to reach your finger? It's short, but you, you know, are so tall!? Your finger was probably pierced by a small nail, but then you had a whim and asked others to pay you for it." People like you... everyone knows what they are like! I know you devils!"?

"He, sir, poked his cigar in its face and took pleasure in it. . It refused to be a fool, so it bit him... He is a boring person!"?

"You are talking nonsense, one-eyed dragon! Why are you talking nonsense? A sensible person, who can tell? Who is talking nonsense as if he is talking in the presence of God? If I want to talk nonsense, let the mediating judge judge me? Well, it is written clearly in his law. We are all equal. ...To tell you the truth,...my brother is working as a military police officer..."?

"Stop talking nonsense!"?

"No, that's it. This dog does not belong to the general's family..." the patrolman said thoughtfully. "The general does not have such a dog in his family. Most of the dogs in his family are big hunting dogs. ..."?

"Are you sure?"?

"You are sure, sir." ..."?

"I know it myself. The dogs in the general's family are all expensive, and they are all well-bred. Who knows what this dog is? The coat is not good, and the appearance is not good. Look,...it's a complete scumbag.

... His old man would raise such a dog? ! Where did your brain go? Do you know what would happen if such a dog were encountered in Petersburg or Moscow? It doesn't care what the law is or not, it will die in a blink of an eye! You, Khryugin, have suffered, and this matter cannot be left unattended. ...You have to teach them a lesson! It's time. ..."?

"But it could also be the general's dog..." the patrolman expressed his thoughts. "It doesn't have anything written on its face. ...I saw such a dog in his yard a few days ago. "?

"Yes, it's from the general's family! "Someone in the crowd said.?

"Well! …Yeldrin, put on my coat. ...It seems the wind is blowing. ...It’s weird? It’s cold. ...You take this dog to the general's house and ask him there. ...You just said I found this dog and sent you to deliver it. ...You said you should not put it on the street in the future. Maybe it's an expensive dog, but if every pig pokes it in the face with a cigar, it won't be long before it's trampled to death. Dogs are delicate animals? Well. ...You idiot, put your hands down! No need to show that stupid finger of yours! Is this all your fault? No! ..."?

"The general's chef is here, let's ask him. ...Hey, Prohor! Come here, dear! Look at this dog. ...is it from your family? "?

" Guess! We've never had a dog like this before! "?

"Then there is no need to spend a lot of time asking," said Ochumelov. "This is a wild dog! It doesn’t take much? I told you. ...Since he said it was a wild dog, it was a wild dog. ...Just kill it. "?

"This dog is not from our family," Prohor continued. "But it is the general's brother's dog. He came to us a few days ago. Our general doesn't like this kind of dog. His old brother likes it. ..."?

"Could it be that his old brother is here? Ulladimir Ivanich is here? "Ochumelov asked, with an emotional smile on his face. "It's amazing, Lord! I don't know yet! He's coming to stay for a while, right? "?

"Stay for a while. ..."?

"Amazing, Lord! ...He is thinking about his younger brother. ...but I don’t know yet! So this is his old man’s dog? Very happy. ...You take it with you. ...This puppy is quite good. ...very smart. ...It bit this guy's finger! Ha ha ha ha! ...Hey, why are you shaking? Wuwu,...wuwu. ...It's angry, little bad bag,...what a puppy..."?

Prohor called the dog over and took it away from the woodyard. ...The group of people He laughed loudly at Khryukin.

“I will deal with you sooner or later! "Ochumelov threatened him, then wrapped his coat tightly and continued to patrol the market square.

Basic information:

Chekhov , full name Antony Pavlovich Chekhov (Russian: Антон? Павлович? Чехов, January 29, 1860 - July 15, 1904) was a world-class Russian short story master and the last Russian short story master in the late 19th century. A master of critical realism, he is known as one of the "three major short story writers in the world" together with Maupassant and O. Henry. He is a writer with a strong sense of humor. His novels are compact and concise, giving readers room for independent thinking. . His plays had a great influence on 20th century drama. He adhered to the tradition of realism, focused on describing the daily life of the Russian people, and created small characters with typical characters, thereby truly reflecting the conditions of Russian society at that time. The three major characteristics are the ridicule of ugly phenomena and the deep sympathy for the poor people, and his works ruthlessly exposed the unreasonable social system and the ugly phenomena of society under the tsarist rule. He is considered the leader of Russian realist literature at the end of the 19th century. Outstanding representative.

Character introduction:

Chekhov, a great Russian critical realist writer at the end of the 19th century, a master of humor and satire with a sense of humor and sharp writing. , the king of short stories and a famous dramatist. Chekhov was born in a philistine family. After his father's grocery store closed down, he worked as a tutor to finish high school. In 1879, he entered Moscow University to study medicine. After graduating in 1884, he started practicing medicine. Literary creation. His novels are short and concise, simple and compact in structure, vivid in plot, humorous in writing, bright in language, rich in musical rhythm, and profound in meaning. He is good at discovering people and things with typical significance from daily life, and through humor. The ridiculous plot is artistically summarized to create a complete typical image, which reflects the Russian society at that time. His representative works "Chameleon", "The Man in the Trap" and "The Sixth Ward" can be regarded as the history of Russian literature. Exquisite and perfect art treasures, the former has become synonymous with those who adapt to changing circumstances, are good at disguise, and opportunistic; the latter has become a symbol of those who are conservative, timid, and afraid of change.