: The Story of a Blind Dog. His peculiarity did not prevent him from loving, being courageous and following his main calling - hunting. He died fulfilling his destiny.

The narration is on behalf of a man whose name is not mentioned in the story.

The hound dog appeared in the city suddenly, no one knew where it came from. Some said that in the spring he was abandoned by gypsies, others that brought him on an ice floe.

One way or another, but, appearing in the spring, when the days are filled with the brilliance of the sun, the sound of streams and the smell of bark, he remained to live in the city.

The past of the racer was unknown, but the narrator guessed that he appeared under some porch. Unlike his brothers and sisters, opening his eyes, the dog did not see the world, he was blind. Soon, the mother left her children. The hound became a useless dog. It was hard on the street, blindness prevented the dog from surviving, even the usual dog fight was difficult for him.

He became a homeless rogue dog, sullen, awkward and incredulous.

But once in his life a man appeared ...

That summer, the narrator lived in a small town, he settled in the house of a lonely good-natured doctor. Once the doctor saw that same blind dog, brought him to his home, washed and fed, and then he wanted to let him go, but the dog did not want to leave and continued to tremble.

At night, the doctor decided to keep the dog for himself. A big star was burning in the sky, and he called the racer Arcturus. He immediately responded to the name and fell in love with the new owner. Subsequently, the narrator managed to get to know Arcturus better.

Arcturus understood that he was not like everyone else, uncertainty and caution were read in his walk. He knew the world with the help of nose and ears, was well-versed in the city, but much remained unknown to him. Arcturus never asked for pity on him. The narrator witnessed how the bull butted the dog, and the shepherd hit him with a whip, but Arcturus did not even whimper.

One early morning, the storyteller went into the forest, Arcturus followed him. At first the hound was scared, but gradually the forest began to delight him and arouse interest. Going out into the meadow, Arcturus rushed into the bushes, smelling someone. The narrator could not catch the dog for a long time, but when he finally saw him, Arcturus already looked different. The dog ran confidently, passion burned in his eyes, despite the visible bruises, he looked excited.

Since then, the dog’s life has changed. In the morning he disappeared in the forest on a hunt. It was hard for him to catch prey, so he returned home uninhabited. Once the storyteller saw Arcturus hunting a fox, and realized that he was a good hunter. Arcturus lacked a master hunter, because of this, his relationship with the doctor changed a little.

Soon, rumors about an outstanding hound dog spread around the city, people began to come to the doctor’s house to look at Arcturus and persuade the owner to sell it, but he categorically refused. An unpleasant old hunter for a long time begged the doctor to give him a dog.Having been refused, the old man threatened that the dog would still be his. After his departure, a distressed doctor asked the dog if he would ever betray him. The narrator believed that Arcturus had already cheated on his master, having once entered the forest.

In late summer, Arcturus did not return from his hunt, everyone suspected the old man, but it turned out that he did not steal the dog. The whole city was trying to find a dog, it turned out that many loved him. The doctor was worried about the loss of a friend, the narrator too. At heart, he regretted that it was not his dog. But both the doctor and the narrator knew that the search was futile because Arcturus had died. The house was quiet and empty.

The narrator left. Returning two years later, in the spring, he again settled with the doctor. The next day he went hunting in the forest and found the remains of Arcturus there. The dog died, having stumbled upon a sharp, crumbling branch of a Christmas tree, when he ran for prey. The narrator wandered back, reflecting on the name of Arcturus.

No dog was worthy of a big name, the name of an unfading blue star.