KHURASKA

      We had a big dog, called Khuraska. Once in winter I harnessed him in a small sled, seated myself into it and cried, «No-o, Khuraska let’s go out into the street!» And I cracked a whip over him. Khuraska went right under the barn, dragging a sled behind him. My forehead: – Bang! On the log of the barn.