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Childhood friends and classmates Tanya Sabaneeva and Filka vacationed at a children's camp in Siberia and now they are returning home. The girl is greeted at home by her old dog Tiger and her old nanny (her mother is at work, and her father has not lived with them since Tanya was 8 months old). The girl dreams of a wild Australian dog, Dingo; later the children will call her that because she is isolated from the group.

Filka shares his happiness with Tanya - his father-hunter gave him a husky. Theme of fatherhood: Filka is proud of her father, Tanya tells her friend that her father lives on Maroseyka - the boy opens the map and looks for an island with that name for a long time, but does not find it and tells Tanya about it, who runs away crying. Tanya hates her father and reacts aggressively to these conversations with Filka.

One day, Tanya found a letter under her mother’s pillow in which her father announced the move of his new family (his wife Nadezhda Petrovna and her nephew Kolya, the adopted son of Tanya’s father) to their city. The girl is filled with a feeling of jealousy and hatred towards those who stole her father from her. The mother is trying to set Tanya up positively towards her father.

On the morning when her father was supposed to arrive, the girl picked flowers and went to the port to meet him, but not finding him among those who arrived, she gives flowers to a sick boy on a stretcher (she still does not know that this is Kolya).

School begins, Tanya tries to forget about everything, but she fails. Filka tries to cheer her up (the word comrade on the board is written with b and explains this by saying that it is a second-person verb).

Tanya is lying with her mother in the garden bed. She feels good. For the first time, she thought not only about herself, but also about her mother. At the gate the colonel is the father. A difficult meeting (after 14 years). Tanya addresses her father as “you”.

Kolya ends up in the same class as Tanya and sits with Filka. Kolya found himself in a new, unfamiliar world for him. It's very difficult for him.

Tanya and Kolya constantly quarrel, and on Tanya’s initiative, there is a struggle for her father’s attention. Kolya is a smart, loving son, he treats Tanya with irony and mockery.

Kolya talks about his meeting with Gorky in Crimea. Tanya basically doesn’t listen, this results in conflict.

Zhenya (classmate) decides that Tanya is in love with Kolya. Filka takes revenge on Zhenya for this and treats her with a mouse instead of Velcro (resin). A little mouse lies alone in the snow - Tanya warms him up.

A writer has arrived in town. The children decide who will give him flowers, Tanya or Zhenya. They chose Tanya, she is proud of such an honor (“to shake the famous writer’s hand”). Tanya unwrapped the inkwell and poured it on her hand; Kolya noticed her. This scene demonstrates that relations between the enemies have become warmer. Some time later, Kolya invited Tanya to dance with her on the Christmas tree.

New Year. Preparations. “Will he come?” Guests, but Kolya is not there. “But just recently, how many bitter and sweet feelings crowded into her heart at the mere thought of her father: What’s wrong with her? She thinks about Kolya all the time.” Filka has a hard time experiencing Tanya’s love, since he himself is in love with Tanya. Kolya gave her an aquarium with a goldfish, and Tanya asked her to fry this fish.

Dancing. Intrigue: Filka tells Tanya that Kolya is going to the skating rink with Zhenya tomorrow, and Kolya says that tomorrow he and Tanya will go to a play at school. Filka is jealous, but tries to hide it. Tanya goes to the skating rink, but hides her skates because she meets Kolya and Zhenya. Tanya decides to forget Kolya and goes to school for the play. A storm suddenly begins. Tanya runs to the skating rink to warn the guys. Zhenya got scared and quickly went home. Kolya fell on his leg and cannot walk. Tanya runs to Filka’s house and gets into the dog sled. She is fearless and determined. The dogs suddenly stopped obeying her, then the girl threw her beloved Tiger to them to be torn to pieces (it was a very big sacrifice). Kolya and Tanya fell from the sled, but despite their fear they continue to fight for life. The storm is intensifying. Tanya, risking her life, pulls Kolya on the sled. Filka warned the border guards and they went out in search of the children, among them was their father.

Holidays. Tanya and Filka visit Kolya, who has frozen his cheeks and ears.

School. Rumors that Tanya wanted to destroy Kolya by dragging him to the skating rink. Everyone is against Tanya, except Filka. The question is raised about Tanya's exclusion from the pioneers. The girl hides and cries in the pioneer room, then falls asleep. She was found. Everyone will learn the truth from Kolya.

Tanya, waking up, returns home. They talk with their mother about trust, about life. Tanya understands that her mother still loves her father; her mother offers to leave.

Meeting with Filka, he learns that Tanya is going to meet Kolya at dawn. Filka, out of jealousy, tells their father about this.

Forest. Kolya's explanation of love. Father arrives. Tanya leaves. Farewell to Filka. Leaves. End.

Reuben Isaevich Fraerman

Wild dog Dingo,

or The Tale of First Love

The thin line was lowered into the water under a thick root that moved with every movement of the wave.

The girl was catching trout.

She sat motionless on a stone, and the river washed over her with noise. Her eyes were cast downwards. But their gaze, tired of the shine scattered everywhere over the water, was not intent. She often took him aside and directed him into the distance, where steep mountains, shaded by forest, stood above the river itself.

The air was still light, and the sky, constrained by the mountains, seemed like a plain among them, slightly illuminated by the sunset.

But neither this air, familiar to her from the first days of her life, nor this sky attracted her now.

With wide open eyes she watched the ever-flowing water, trying to imagine in her imagination those uncharted lands where and from where the river ran. She wanted to see other countries, another world, for example the Australian dingo. Then she also wanted to be a pilot and sing a little at the same time.

And she began to sing. Quiet at first, then louder.

She had a voice that was pleasant to the ear. But it was empty all around. Only the water rat, frightened by the sounds of her song, splashed close to the root and swam to the reeds, dragging a green reed into the hole. The reed was long, and the rat worked in vain, unable to pull it through the thick river grass.

The girl looked at the rat with pity and stopped singing. Then she stood up, pulling the line out of the water.

With a wave of her hand, the rat darted into the reeds, and the dark, spotted trout, which had previously been standing motionless on the light stream, jumped and went into the depths.

The girl was left alone. She looked at the sun, which was already close to sunset and was sloping towards the top of the spruce mountain. And, although it was already late, the girl was in no hurry to leave. She slowly turned on the stone and leisurely walked up the path, where a tall forest descended towards her along the gentle slope of the mountain.

She entered it boldly.

The sound of water running between the rows of stones remained behind her, and silence opened before her.

And in this age-old silence she suddenly heard the sound of a pioneer bugle. He walked along the clearing where old fir trees stood without moving their branches, and blew a trumpet in her ears, reminding her that she had to hurry.

However, the girl did not increase her pace. Having walked around a round swamp where yellow locusts grew, she bent down and, with a sharp twig, dug several pale flowers out of the ground along with the roots. Her hands were already full when behind her came the quiet noise of footsteps and a voice loudly calling her name:

She turned around. In the clearing, near a high heap of ants, the Nanai boy Filka stood and beckoned her to him with his hand. She approached, looking at him friendly.

Near Filka, on a wide stump, she saw a pot full of lingonberries. And Filka himself, using a narrow hunting knife made of Yakut steel, cleared the bark of a fresh birch twig.

Didn't you hear the bugle? - he asked. - Why aren’t you in a hurry?

She answered:

Today is parents' day. My mother cannot come - she is at the hospital at work - and no one is waiting for me at the camp. Why aren't you in a hurry? - she added with a smile.

“Today is parent’s day,” he answered in the same way as she, “and my father came to me from the camp, I went to accompany him to the spruce hill.”

Have you already done it? It's far away.

No,” Filka answered with dignity. - Why would I accompany him if he stays overnight near our camp by the river! I took a bath behind the Big Stones and went to look for you. I heard you singing loudly.

The girl looked at him and laughed. And Filka’s dark face darkened even more.

But if you’re not in a hurry,” he said, “then we’ll stay here for a while.” I'll treat you to ant juice.

You already treated me to raw fish this morning.

Yes, but it was a fish, and this is completely different. Try! - said Filka and stuck his rod into the very middle of the ant heap.

And, bending over it together, they waited a little until the thin branch, cleared of bark, was completely covered with ants. Then Filka shook them off, lightly hitting the cedar with a branch, and showed it to Tanya. Drops of formic acid were visible on the shiny sapwood. He licked it and gave it to Tanya to try. She also licked and said:

This is delicious. I've always loved ant juice.

They were silent. Tanya - because she loved to think a little about everything and remain silent every time she entered this silent forest. And Filka also didn’t want to talk about such a pure trifle as ant juice. Still, it was only juice that she could extract herself.

So they walked the entire clearing without saying a word to each other, and came out to the opposite slope of the mountain. And here, very close, under a stone cliff, all by the same river, tirelessly rushing to the sea, they saw their camp - spacious tents standing in a clearing in a row.

There was noise coming from the camp. The adults must have already gone home, and only the children were making noise. But their voices were so strong that here, above, among the silence of the gray wrinkled stones, it seemed to Tanya that somewhere far away a forest was humming and swaying.

But, no way, they are already building a line,” she said. “You should, Filka, come to camp before me, because won’t they laugh at us for coming together so often?”

“She really shouldn’t have talked about this,” Filka thought with bitter resentment.

And, grabbing a tenacious layer sticking out over the cliff, he jumped down onto the path so far that Tanya became scared.

But he didn't hurt himself. And Tanya rushed to run along another path, between low pines growing crookedly

The thin line was lowered into the water under a thick root that moved with every movement of the wave.

The girl was catching trout.

She sat motionless on a stone, and the river washed over her with noise. Her eyes were cast downwards. But their gaze, tired of the shine scattered everywhere over the water, was not intent. She often took him aside and directed him into the distance, where steep mountains, shaded by forest, stood above the river itself.

The air was still light, and the sky, constrained by the mountains, seemed like a plain among them, slightly illuminated by the sunset.

But neither this air, familiar to her from the first days of her life, nor this sky attracted her now.

With wide open eyes she watched the ever-flowing water, trying to imagine in her imagination those uncharted lands where and from where the river ran. She wanted to see other countries, another world, for example the Australian dingo. Then she also wanted to be a pilot and sing a little at the same time.

And she began to sing. Quiet at first, then louder.

She had a voice that was pleasant to the ear. But it was empty all around. Only the water rat, frightened by the sounds of her song, splashed close to the root and swam to the reeds, dragging a green reed into the hole. The reed was long, and the rat worked in vain, unable to pull it through the thick river grass.

The girl looked at the rat with pity and stopped singing. Then she stood up, pulling the line out of the water.

With a wave of her hand, the rat darted into the reeds, and the dark, spotted trout, which had previously been standing motionless on the light stream, jumped and went into the depths.

The girl was left alone. She looked at the sun, which was already close to sunset and was sloping towards the top of the spruce mountain. And, although it was already late, the girl was in no hurry to leave. She slowly turned on the stone and leisurely walked up the path, where a tall forest descended towards her along the gentle slope of the mountain.

She entered it boldly.

The sound of water running between the rows of stones remained behind her, and silence opened before her.

And in this age-old silence she suddenly heard the sound of a pioneer bugle. He walked along the clearing where old fir trees stood without moving their branches, and blew a trumpet in her ears, reminding her that she had to hurry.

However, the girl did not increase her pace. Having walked around a round swamp where yellow locusts grew, she bent down and, with a sharp twig, dug several pale flowers out of the ground along with the roots. Her hands were already full when behind her came the quiet noise of footsteps and a voice loudly calling her name:

She turned around. In the clearing, near a high heap of ants, the Nanai boy Filka stood and beckoned her to him with his hand. She approached, looking at him friendly.

Near Filka, on a wide stump, she saw a pot full of lingonberries. And Filka himself, using a narrow hunting knife made of Yakut steel, cleared the bark of a fresh birch twig.

Didn't you hear the bugle? - he asked. - Why aren’t you in a hurry?

She answered:

Today is parents' day. My mother cannot come - she is at the hospital at work - and no one is waiting for me at the camp. Why aren't you in a hurry? - she added with a smile.

“Today is parent’s day,” he answered in the same way as she, “and my father came to me from the camp, I went to accompany him to the spruce hill.”

Have you already done it? It's far away.

No,” Filka answered with dignity. - Why would I accompany him if he stays overnight near our camp by the river! I took a bath behind the Big Stones and went to look for you. I heard you singing loudly.

The girl looked at him and laughed. And Filka’s dark face darkened even more.

But if you’re not in a hurry,” he said, “then we’ll stay here for a while.” I'll treat you to ant juice.

You already treated me to raw fish this morning.

Yes, but it was a fish, and this is completely different. Try! - said Filka and stuck his rod into the very middle of the ant heap.

And, bending over it together, they waited a little until the thin branch, cleared of bark, was completely covered with ants. Then Filka shook them off, lightly hitting the cedar with a branch, and showed it to Tanya. Drops of formic acid were visible on the shiny sapwood. He licked it and gave it to Tanya to try. She also licked and said:

This is delicious. I've always loved ant juice.

They were silent. Tanya - because she loved to think a little about everything and remain silent every time she entered this silent forest. And Filka also didn’t want to talk about such a pure trifle as ant juice. Still, it was only juice that she could extract herself.

So they walked the entire clearing without saying a word to each other, and came out to the opposite slope of the mountain. And here, very close, under a stone cliff, all by the same river, tirelessly rushing to the sea, they saw their camp - spacious tents standing in a clearing in a row.

There was noise coming from the camp. The adults must have already gone home, and only the children were making noise. But their voices were so strong that here, above, among the silence of the gray wrinkled stones, it seemed to Tanya that somewhere far away a forest was humming and swaying.

But, no way, they are already building a line,” she said. “You should, Filka, come to camp before me, because won’t they laugh at us for coming together so often?”

“She really shouldn’t have talked about this,” Filka thought with bitter resentment.

And, grabbing a tenacious layer sticking out over the cliff, he jumped down onto the path so far that Tanya became scared.

But he didn't hurt himself. And Tanya rushed to run along another path, between low pines growing crookedly on the stones...

The path led her to a road that, like a river, ran out of the forest and, like a river, flashed its stones and rubble in her eyes and made the sound of a long bus full of people. It was the adults leaving the camp for the city.

The bus passed by. But the girl did not follow its wheels, did not look out of its windows; she did not expect to see any of her relatives in him.

She crossed the road and ran into the camp, easily jumping over ditches and hummocks, as she was agile.

The children greeted her with screams. The flag on the pole flapped right in her face. She stood in her row, placing flowers on the ground.

Counselor Kostya shook his eyes at her and said:

Tanya Sabaneeva, you have to get to the line on time. Attention! Be equal! Feel your neighbor's elbow.

Tanya spread her elbows wider, thinking: “It’s good if you have friends on the right. It's good if they are on the left. It’s good if they are both here and there.”

Turning her head to the right, Tanya saw Filka. After swimming, his face shone like stone, and his tie was dark with water.

And the counselor said to him:

Filka, what kind of a pioneer are you if every time you make swimming trunks out of a tie!.. Don’t lie, don’t lie, please! I know everything myself. Wait, I'll talk to your father seriously.

“Poor Filka,” Tanya thought, “he’s unlucky today.”

She looked to the right all the time. She didn't look to the left. Firstly, because it was not according to the rules, and secondly, because standing there was a fat girl, Zhenya, whom she did not prefer to others.

Ah, this camp, where she has spent her summer for the fifth year in a row! For some reason, today he seemed to her not as cheerful as before. But she always loved waking up in the tent at dawn, when dew dripped onto the ground from the thin thorns of the blackberries! She loved the sound of a bugle in the forest, roaring like a wapiti, and the sound of drumsticks, and sour ant juice, and songs around the fire, which she knew how to light better than anyone in the squad.

The thin line was lowered into the water under a thick root that moved with every movement of the wave.

The girl was catching trout.

She sat motionless on a stone, and the river washed over her with noise. Her eyes were cast downwards. But their gaze, tired of the shine scattered everywhere over the water, was not intent. She often took him aside and directed him into the distance, where round mountains, shaded by forest, stood above the river itself.

The air was still light, and the sky, constrained by the mountains, seemed like a plain among them, slightly illuminated by the sunset.

But neither this air, familiar to her from the first days of her life, nor this sky attracted her now.

With wide open eyes she watched the ever-flowing water, trying to imagine in her imagination those uncharted lands where and from where the river ran. She wanted to see other countries, another world, for example the Australian dingo. Then she also wanted to be a pilot and sing a little at the same time.

And she began to sing. Quiet at first, then louder.

She had a voice that was pleasant to the ear. But it was empty all around. Only the water rat, frightened by the sounds of her song, splashed close to the root and swam to the reeds, dragging a green reed into the hole. The reed was long, and the rat worked in vain, unable to pull it through the thick river grass.

The girl looked at the rat with pity and stopped singing. Then she stood up, pulling the line out of the water.

With a wave of her hand, the rat darted into the reeds, and the dark, spotted trout, which had previously been standing motionless on the light stream, jumped and went into the depths.

The girl was left alone. She looked at the sun, which was already close to sunset and was sloping towards the top of the spruce mountain. And, although it was already late, the girl was in no hurry to leave. She slowly turned on the stone and leisurely walked up the path, where a tall forest descended towards her along the gentle slope of the mountain.

She entered it boldly.

The sound of water running between the rows of stones remained behind her, and silence opened before her.

And in this age-old silence she suddenly heard the sound of a pioneer bugle. He walked along the clearing where old fir trees stood without moving their branches, and blew a trumpet in her ears, reminding her that she had to hurry.

However, the girl did not increase her pace. Having walked around a round swamp where yellow locusts grew, she bent down and, with a sharp twig, dug several pale flowers out of the ground along with the roots. Her hands were full when behind her came the quiet noise of footsteps and a voice loudly calling her name:

She turned around. In the clearing, near a high heap of ants, the Nanai boy Filka stood and beckoned her to him with his hand. She approached, looking at him friendly.

Near Filka, on a wide stump, she saw a pot full of lingonberries. And Filka himself, using a narrow hunting knife made of Yakut steel, cleared the bark of a fresh birch twig.

“Didn’t you hear the bugle?” - he asked. - Why aren’t you in a hurry?

She answered:

- Today is parents' day. My mother cannot come - she is at the hospital at work - and no one is waiting for me at the camp. Why aren't you in a hurry? – she added with a smile.

“Today is Parents’ Day,” he answered in the same way as she, “and my father came to me from the camp, I went to accompany him to the spruce hill.”

-Have you already seen him off? It's far away.

“No,” Filka answered with dignity. - Why would I accompany him if he stays overnight near our camp by the river! I took a bath behind the Big Stones and went to look for you. I heard you singing loudly.

The girl looked at him and laughed. And Filka’s dark face darkened even more.

“But if you’re not in a hurry,” he said, “then we’ll stay here for a while.” I'll treat you to ant juice.

“You already treated me to raw fish this morning.”

- Yes, but it was a fish, and this is completely different. Try! - said Filka and stuck his rod into the very middle of the ant heap.

And, bending over it together, they waited a little until the thin branch, cleared of bark, was completely covered with ants. Then Filka shook them off, lightly hitting the cedar with a branch, and showed it to Tanya. Drops of formic acid were visible on the shiny sapwood. He licked it and gave it to Tanya to try. She also licked and said:

- This is delicious. I've always loved ant juice.

They were silent. Tanya - because she loved to think a little about everything and remain silent every time she entered this silent forest. And Filka also didn’t want to talk about such a pure trifle as ant juice. Still, it was only juice that she could extract herself.

So they walked the entire clearing without saying a word to each other, and came out to the opposite slope of the mountain. And here, very close, under a stone cliff, all by the same river, tirelessly rushing to the sea, they saw their camp - spacious tents standing in a row in a clearing.

There was noise coming from the camp. The adults must have already gone home, and only the children were making noise. But their voices were so strong that here, above, among the silence of the gray wrinkled stones, it seemed to Tanya that somewhere far away a forest was humming and swaying.

“But there’s no way, they’re already building a line,” she said. “You should, Filka, come to camp before me, because won’t they laugh at us for coming together so often?”

“Well, she shouldn’t have talked about this,” Filka thought with bitter resentment.

And, grabbing a tenacious layer sticking out over the cliff, he jumped down onto the path so far that Tanya became scared.

But he didn't hurt himself. And Tanya rushed to run along another path, between low pines growing crookedly on the stones...

The path led her to a road that, like a river, ran out of the forest and, like a river, flashed its stones and rubble in her eyes and made the sound of a long bus full of people. It was the adults leaving the camp for the city. The bus passed by. But the girl did not follow its wheels, did not look through its windows: she did not expect to see any of her relatives there.

She crossed the road and ran into the camp, easily jumping over ditches and hummocks, as she was agile.

The children greeted her with screams. The flag on the pole flapped right in her face. She stood in her row, placing flowers on the ground.

Counselor Kostya shook his eyes at her and said:

– Tanya Sabaneeva, you have to get on the line on time. Attention! Be equal! Feel your neighbor's elbow.

Tanya spread her elbows wider, thinking: “It’s good if you have friends on the right. It's good if they are on the left. It’s good if they are both here and there.”

Turning her head to the right, Tanya saw Filka. After swimming, his face shone like stone, and his tie was dark with water.

And the counselor said to him:

– Filka, what kind of a pioneer are you if every time you make swimming trunks out of a tie!.. Don’t lie, don’t lie, please! I know everything myself. Wait, I'll talk to your father seriously.

“Poor Filka,” Tanya thought, “he’s unlucky today.”

She looked to the right all the time. She didn't look to the left. Firstly, because it was not according to the rules, and secondly, because standing there was a fat girl, Zhenya, whom she did not prefer to others.

Ah, this camp, where she has spent her summer for the fifth year in a row! For some reason, today he seemed to her not as cheerful as before. But she always loved waking up in the tent at dawn, when dew dripped onto the ground from the thin thorns of the blackberries! She loved the sound of a bugle in the forest, roaring like a wapiti, and the sound of drumsticks, and sour ant juice, and songs around the fire, which she knew how to light better than anyone in the squad.

What happened today? Did this river running to the sea inspire these strange thoughts in her? With what a vague premonition she watched her! Where did she want to go? Why did she need an Australian dingo dog? Why does she need it? Or is it just her childhood getting away from her? Who knows when it will go away!

Tanya thought about this with surprise, standing at attention on the line, and thought about it later, sitting in the dining tent at dinner. And only at the fire, which she was instructed to light, did she pull herself together.

She brought a thin birch tree from the forest, which had dried up on the ground after a storm, and placed it in the middle of the fire, and skillfully lit a fire around it.

Filka dug it in and waited until the branches took over.

And the birch tree burned without sparks, but with a slight noise, surrounded on all sides by darkness.

Children from other units came to the fire to admire. The counselor Kostya came, and the doctor with a shaved head, and even the head of the camp himself. He asked them why they didn’t sing and play, since they had such a beautiful fire.

The children sang one song, then another.

But Tanya didn’t want to sing.

As before at the water, she looked with wide open eyes at the fire, also always moving and constantly striving upward. Both he and he were making noise about something, bringing vague forebodings to the soul.

Filka, who could not see her sad, brought his pot of lingonberries to the fire, wanting to please her with the little he had. He treated all his comrades, but Tane chose the largest berries. They were ripe and cool, and Tanya ate them with pleasure. And Filka, seeing her cheerful again, began to talk about bears, because his father was a hunter. And who else could tell about them so well?

But Tanya interrupted him.

“I was born here, in this region and in this city, and have never been anywhere else,” she said, “but I always wondered why they talk so much about bears here.” Always about bears...

“Because there is taiga all around, and in the taiga there are a lot of bears,” answered the fat girl Zhenya, who had no imagination, but who knew how to find the right reason for everything.

Tanya looked at her thoughtfully and asked Filka if he could tell him something about the Australian dingo dog.

But Filka knew nothing about the wild dingo dog. He could talk about evil sled dogs, about huskies, but he knew nothing about the Australian dog. The other children didn’t know about her either.

And the fat girl Zhenya asked:

– Please tell me, Tanya, why do you need an Australian dingo?

But Tanya didn’t answer anything, because she really couldn’t say anything to this. She just sighed.

It was as if from this quiet sigh the birch tree, which had been burning so evenly and brightly, suddenly swayed as if alive, and collapsed, crumbling into ashes. It became dark in the circle where Tanya was sitting. The darkness came close. Everyone started making noise. And immediately a voice that no one knew came out of the darkness. It was not the voice of counselor Kostya.

He said:

- Ay-ay, friend, why are you shouting?

Someone's dark, large hand carried an armful of branches over Filka's head and threw them into the fire. These were spruce paws, which give off a lot of light and sparks that fly upward with a hum. And there, above, they do not go out soon, they burn and twinkle, like whole handfuls of stars.

The children jumped to their feet, and a man sat down by the fire. He was small in appearance, wore leather knee pads, and had a birch bark hat on his head.

- This is Filka’s father, the hunter! – Tanya shouted. “He’s spending the night here today, next to our camp.” I know him well.

The hunter sat closer to Tanya, nodded his head at her and smiled. He smiled at the other children too, showing his wide teeth, worn by the long mouthpiece of a copper tube, which he clutched tightly in his hand. Every minute he brought a coal to his pipe and puffed on it, without saying anything to anyone. But this sniffing, this quiet and peaceful sound told everyone who wanted to listen to him that there were no bad thoughts in the head of this strange hunter. And therefore, when counselor Kostya approached the fire and asked why there was a stranger in their camp, the children shouted all together:

- Don’t touch him, Kostya, this is Filka’s father, let him sit by our fire! We have fun with him!

“Yeah, so this is Filka’s father,” said Kostya. - Great! I recognize him. But, in this case, I must inform you, comrade hunter, that your son Filka constantly eats raw fish and treats it to others, for example Tanya Sabaneeva. That's one thing. And secondly, he makes himself swimming trunks from his pioneer tie and swims near the Big Stones, which was strictly forbidden to him.

Having said this, Kostya went to other fires that were burning brightly in the clearing. And since the hunter did not understand everything from what Kostya said, he looked after him with respect and, just in case, shook his head.

“Filka,” he said, “I live in a camp and hunt animals and pay money so that you can live in the city and study and be always well-fed.” But what will become of you if in just one day you have done so much evil that your bosses are complaining about you? Here's a belt for this, go into the forest and bring my deer here. He grazes close to here. I'll spend the night by your fire.

And he gave Filka a belt made of elk skin, so long that it could be thrown over the top of the tallest cedar.

Filka rose to his feet, looking at his comrades to see if anyone would share his punishment with him. Tanya felt sorry for him: after all, it was she who treated her to raw fish in the morning, and in the evening to ant juice, and, perhaps, for her sake, he swam at the Big Stones.

She jumped up from the ground and said:

- Filka, let's go. We will catch the deer and bring it to your father.

And they ran to the forest, which met them as before silently. Crossed shadows lay on the moss between the spruce trees, and the wolfberries on the bushes glistened from the light of the stars. The deer stood right there, close, under the fir tree, and ate the moss hanging from its branches. The deer was so humble that Filka didn’t even have to turn the lasso to throw it over his antlers. Tanya took the deer by the reins and led him through the dewy grass to the edge of the forest, and Filka led him to the fire.

The hunter laughed when he saw the children by the fire with the deer. He offered Tanya his pipe so that she could smoke, since he was a kind man.

But the children laughed loudly. And Filka sternly told him:

– Father, pioneers do not smoke, they are not allowed to smoke.

The hunter was very surprised. But it’s not for nothing that he pays money for his son, it’s not for nothing that the son lives in the city, goes to school and wears a red scarf around his neck. He must know things that his father doesn’t know about. And the hunter lit a cigarette himself, putting his hand on Tanya’s shoulder. And his deer breathed on her face and touched her with his antlers, which could also be tender, although they had long since hardened.

Tanya sank to the ground next to him, almost happy.

There were fires burning everywhere in the clearing, children were singing around the fires, and the doctor walked among the children, worrying about their health.

And Tanya thought with surprise:

“Really, isn’t it better than the Australian dingo?”

Why does she still want to float along the river, why does the voice of its streams beating on the stones keep ringing in her ears, and she so wants changes in life?..