I met him on holiday, he was tall and had dark eyes. Czolgaliśmy together under the Christmas trees looking for mushrooms. Often we walked together through the woods, and he taught me that they can be friends ... He was a dog.
I had 10 years and then I went to the countryside in the summer. He was there with several other dogs, but I just fell in love in it. He had short black hair and long legs. It was a terrible country and familiar. He lived with her aunt and uncle, but I do not remember what was happening with these dogs in the winter, because it was a summer home. In late autumn they returned to Warsaw. But the dog was there a long time. Maybe in the winter he was with someone from this village ... People have often strange ideas. I heard stories about people who are feeding and taming dogs on the parcels and then leave them there. [I guess I'd better drive off right away]. But perhaps this was not my aunt, I'm sure someone looked after them. It was a beautiful village near Plock, with a sandy road, forest, pasture and pond. Once my aunt and uncle went to the birthday of the village administrator and said that I must not go beyond the yard and let out the dogs. I remember I closed the door, and we, me and Budrys, wyczolgaliśmy from the rear by a hole in the fence. We ran through the fields and the woods and then I understood that I used to have a dog.
The aunt came up with that you have to crawl along the ground in mlodniaku to pick mushrooms. They had several acres of logging, a very densely planted, and between the rows was a lot of mushrooms. I hated that, I was suffocating from lack of air and thought it was abnormal. Budrys helped me, creeping along the adjacent track and gave me encouragement. Then it turned out that the dog is a friend. Never forget about it ie.
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