Author: Vladimir Pyatsky
Translation: Natasha Tsimbler
One cold winter morning, I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. It was still dark, but the bakery near the stop was already bustling, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through its glowing doors. For a while, I considered buying a bun, but I didn’t want to miss the bus.
Suddenly, a small dog approached me, staring straight into my eyes. His gaze was expressive. Obediently, I went into the bakery and bought a bun to give to the dog.
But when I returned to the bus stop, to my surprise, the dog was gone. He had vanished without a trace! I even checked around the corner for the missing beggar, but he was nowhere to be found. The bun purchase had taken only a moment, so it was unclear how the dog could have disappeared as if into thin air.
So, thanks to the dog’s intervention, I ended up eating the bun I hadn’t dared buy for myself. It’s one of those moments that reminds us: sometimes when we think we’re doing a good deed, it turns out the good deed is being done for us. Only, that truth is not always as obvious as it was in the case of the dog and the bun.
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Author: Vladimir Pyatsky
Translation: Natasha Tsimbler
One cold winter morning, I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. It was still dark, but the bakery near the stop was already bustling, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through its glowing doors. For a while, I considered buying a bun, but I didn’t want to miss the bus.
Suddenly, a small dog approached me, staring straight into my eyes. His gaze was expressive. Obediently, I went into the bakery and bought a bun to give to the dog.
But when I returned to the bus stop, to my surprise, the dog was gone. He had vanished without a trace! I even checked around the corner for the missing beggar, but he was nowhere to be found. The bun purchase had taken only a moment, so it was unclear how the dog could have disappeared as if into thin air.
So, thanks to the dog’s intervention, I ended up eating the bun I hadn’t dared buy for myself. It’s one of those moments that reminds us: sometimes when we think we’re doing a good deed, it turns out the good deed is being done for us. Only, that truth is not always as obvious as it was in the case of the dog and the bun.
