"Yan Larri. The Extraordinary Adventures of Karik and Valya (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

on the window-sill, barked with short, jerky barks.
Schmidt got angry.
"Come to heel!" he shouted, seizing the dog by the collar; but Jack
stubbornly shook his head and again darted to the divan. "I can't understand
it!" The photographer threw up his hands.
"Probably there is a mouse behind the divan!" the Professor guessed.
"Or maybe a crust of bread or a bone. I often have my dinner there."
He went up to the divan and pulled it towards him. At the back of the
divan, something rustled and softly padded to the ground.
"A crust!" said the Professor.
Jack at that moment tore himself forward and squeezed, with his tail
sticking up, between the wall, and just managed to shift the divan. He
seized something in his teeth.
"Come on, show us what it is!" shouted the photographer.
Jack backed out, shook his head, turned abruptly to his master, and
laid at his feet a child's down-at-heel sandal. The photographer perplexedly
turned the find over in his hand.
"Apparently some sort of a child's shoe. . . ."
"H'm . . . strange!" said the Professor, examining the sandal. "Very
strange!"
Whilst they were turning the find over in their hands. Jack pulled out
from behind the divan a further three sandals, one the same size and two
smaller ones.
Unable to follow what had happened, the Professor and the stout man
looked first at each other and then at the sandals. Schmidt knocked the hard
sole of one sandal with his knuckle, and for no apparent reason said:
"Strong enough! They're good sandals!"
But Jack meanwhile had pulled out from under the divan a pair of blue
shorts and, pressing them with his paws to the floor, barked softly.
"Something more?" said the Professor, quite perplexed.
He bent over, and would have stretched out his hand for the shorts, but
Jack bared his teeth and growled so threateningly that the Professor very
quickly withdrew his hand.
"What a very unfriendly nature he has, to be sure!" said the Professor
in some confusion.
"Yes, he is not over-polite to me!" agreed the photographer.
He took the shorts, shook them, and, folding them neatly, laid them
before the Professor.
"Please take them."
The Professor looked sideways at Jack.
"No, no, it is quite unnecessary," said he. "I can see everything. . .
. Well, now . . . well, now . . . there are the markings V and K. Valya and
Karik!" And he touched with his fingers big white letters sewn in the belts
of the shorts.
The stout man wiped his face with the palm of his hand.
"Is there a bathroom in the flat?" he asked in a businesslike way.
"No," replied the Professor, "there is no bathroom. But if you want to
wash your hands, there's. . . ."
"Oh, no," panted the stout man, "I can wash at home. But I thought they
might have undressed and were bathing themselves. Do you see what I mean?"