will be no deal, Klim.
What a man you've got, Petrovna.
He has no sense in his head.
He said himself, the dog must be
taken care of. lt's for the dog's good.
Klim! Klim, wait!
What?
All right, take him hunting. For free.
Let him live up to his breed,
as he's supposed to.
- But bring him back the same day.
- Don't you know me?
Everything will be right. Like it
should be.
- Where're your parents?
- They left for town. l locked him in.
l came for him as we agreed. Come on.
Well, Black Ear, let's go hunting.
- l wish l hadn't to go to school.
- You'll come with us next time.
Heel. Heel. Go!
- Black Ear must be home by nightfall.
- All right. He'll be here.
- Goodbye, Black Ear!
- Enough. Go!
Come on, go!
Bim!
Bim!
Bim!
Bim!
lvan lvanych!
lvan lvanych!
What a great book we've bought,
""The Manual of Hunting Dog Breeding''.
- Where have you been?
- l was at Klim's.
- Take your coat off.
- Why didn't you bring Black Ear?
- They're not back from hunting yet.
- He'll come. Where can he go?
Alyoshka, look
what l bought for Black Ear.
A lead with a collar.
Just like they write in the book.
- What if Black Ear is gone?
- Don't worry. He's with Klim.
l'm telling you,
l didn't lay a finger on him.
l hardly took the belt off him when
he ran off. After you, l guess.
l rushed after him.
But l couldn't grab hold of him.
The collar was fixed to the belt.
You're lying!
- You beat him, that's why he ran away.
- Beat him? l looked for him all night.
- l can see it by your face.
- He sold him.
lf you sold him, tell me. l'll buy him
out.
Who will buy him?
He's no good for hunting.
l'll never ask you to give him to me
again. He must be home by now.
And you're rubbing salt into my heart.
You got no heart.
Neither heart nor honor.
Don't you insult me!
- May he go to hell!
- lnsulting a man because of a dog!
May that dog drop dead!
Too bad l didn't kill him.
- There's blood, Dad!
- Hurry up, Alyoshka!
The bus has just left.
Dad, there's a lot of blood here, too.
He must have licked his wounds here.
Klim did beat him till he bled.
Why are such men allowed to live?
A beast.
Black Ear!
Black Ear!
No use calling him. He must have run
to the city.
He doesn't believe in us anymore.
Bim?
Bim!
My dear Bim!
- What is this?
- This is Bim, Mom.
- Get away from him.
- No, don't, Mom.
Tolik, please, get away from him.
No, l won't. lt's Bim. He has
found me. He's clever and kind.
- ls it that dog?
- Yes, Mom, it's Bim.
- Drive him out now!
- No, l will not.
- Tolik!
- No, please!
- Drive him out!
- But it is Bim!
l won't tolerate that Bim in my house.
- Dad, it's Bim. He found me.
- The one with a black ear?
- Just look at that.
- But, Dad!
- Well, it's a nice doggy.
- What nonsense are you talking!
There it goes again: mother says one
thing, you say another.
You'll spoil the child, but it'll be
too late when you understand it.
- Quiet, quiet.
- How can l be quiet?
- How can l go? He'll bite him.
- No, Mom!
He has never bitten anyone!
Stop it. What's this?
Let's go and discuss it.
lf they turn you out, l'll go with you.
l won't give you to anyone.
Let's go to my room. Come on.
You think l don't want him
to grow up a good man?
And you say in front of him that
l'm going to spoil the child.
And you? He just began to act sensibly,
and now a stray dog.
And in our clean house. He will
get infected. Turn the dog out!
You don't know anything about tactics.
One should use one's head.
Everything will be all right.
lvan lvanych is getting well.
- All right. He may stay.
- Thank you.
- But he must sleep in the hall.
- All right. Let's go, Bim.
- May l take the rug, Mom?
- You may.
Your place! Down!
- Mom, look how clever he is.
- l see.
Tolik, go to bed. lt's late.
Just a bit more, please.
- Go.
- Coming, Mom.
Good night, Bim dear! Sleep!
Get out!
lf you get hungry, here's some meat.
Why don't you sleep?
- Do we have some heart