Собаки и другие люди

Semʹ raznoobraznykh sobak, ryzhiĭ kot, popugaĭ i obai͡atelʹnye derevenskie zhiteli - glavnye geroi ėtoĭ knigi: to umoritelʹno smeshnoĭ, to nemnogo pechalʹnoĭ. No i pechalʹ ėta - tepla i chelovechna. …Takogo Zakhara Prilepina vy eshche ne znali. Neveroi͡atno dobroe i nezhnoe povestvovanie o li͡ubvi i predannosti. O bratʹi͡akh nashikh menʹshikh, prepodai͡ushchikh nam udivitelʹnye uroki. O tom, chto bolʹ - preodolima, a zhiznʹ - udivitelʹna. Osobenno - s takimi neveroi͡atnymi druzʹi͡ami. "Les vokrug stoi͡al sosnovyĭ, strogiĭ, tëmnyĭ. V lesu zhili zveri. Zvereĭ bylo mnogo bolʹshe, chem nas. My byli uvereny, chto zhivëm na krai͡u zapovednika. V svoi͡u ocheredʹ, zveri mogli dumatʹ, chto obitateli zapovednika - ėto my. Chërnymi vecherami bolʹshoĭ losʹ vykhodil na drugoĭ bereg malenʹkoĭ lesnoĭ rechki, protekai͡ushcheĭ po samomu krai͡u nasheĭ derevni, i smotrel, kak podragivai͡ut redkie ogonʹki v neskolʹkikh oknakh".

Seven different dogs, a red—haired cat, a parrot and charming villagers are the main characters of this book: hilariously funny, then a little sad. But this sadness is also warm and humane. ...You didn't know such a Zakhar Prilepin yet. An incredibly kind and gentle story about love and devotion. About our younger brothers, who teach us amazing lessons. That pain is surmountable, and life is amazing. Especially with such incredible friends. "The forest around was pine, austere, dark. There were animals in the forest. There were many more animals than us. We were sure that we lived on the edge of a nature reserve. In turn, the animals could think that we were the inhabitants of the reserve. On black evenings, a big moose would come out on the other side of a small forest river that runs along the very edge of our village and watch the sparse lights flicker in several windows."