A while ago, we brought Marta a male fox, and they lived together and started to settle in well. Artiom watched yesterday, enjoying it for a minute, until he got slight spasms in his chest.
“But the male — it doesn’t bother him that she has three legs?” Afanasiev asked with interest and doubt.
“No,” answered Artiom.
Afanasiev thought a little more and said, for the first time without the slightest smile, “I couldn’t do it.”
“Well yeah,” Artiom agreed. “Although these days it’s rare to find a woman with three legs.”
They laughed so much about the three legs — Afanasiev, with his imagination, it seems, imagined it very vividly — that at first, they scared Marta, her male, and then they didn’t notice Krapin.
“Good, citizen commander!” Afanasiev yelled as they do on the big island — on F
