The story “Bite” by Andreev tells about the hard life of a homeless dog. A summary will help the reader learn the plot and get to know the main characters in less than 5 minutes.

Who is Kusaka

Once a drunk man seemed to want to pet her, but when the dog approached him, he hit her with the toe of his boot. Therefore, the animal completely stopped trusting people. This is how the work “Bite” by Andreev begins sadly. The summary will allow the reader to travel from winter to spring and summer, where the dog was happy.

How the dog became Biter

In winter, the dog took a fancy to an empty dacha and began to live under the house. But spring has come. The owners arrived at the dacha. The dog saw a pretty girl who was enjoying the fresh air, the sun, and nature. Her name was Lelya. The girl began to spin, overwhelmed by love for everything that surrounded her. And then a dog attacked her from behind the bushes. She grabbed the girl by the hem of her dress. She screamed and ran into the house.

At first, the summer residents wanted to drive away or even shoot the animal, but they were kind people. What awaits the reader next in the story “Bite” by Andreev? A brief summary will help answer this question. Then good things awaited the dog.

Gradually, people got used to the dog barking at night. Sometimes in the morning they remembered about her and asked where their Kusaka was. That's what they named the dog. The summer residents began to feed the animal, but at first she was afraid when they threw bread at her. Apparently, she thought it was a stone being thrown at her and ran away.

Kusaka's short-lived happiness

One day, schoolgirl Lelya called Kusaka. At first she didn’t go anywhere, she was afraid. The girl carefully began to move towards Kusaka herself. Lelya began to say kind words to the dog, and the dog trusted her - she lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes. The girl stroked the dog. This is the surprise that Andreev’s work “Bite” has in store for the reader. The summary continues the positive narrative.

Lelya stroked the animal and was happy about it herself; she called the children and they also began to caress Kusaka. Everyone was delighted. After all, the dog, from an excess of feelings, began to jump awkwardly and somersault. The children burst into good laughter when they saw this. Everyone asked Kusaka to repeat his funny somersaults.

Gradually the dog got used to not having to worry about food. Kusaka gained weight, became heavier and stopped running into the forest with the children. At night she also guarded the dacha, sometimes bursting into loud barking.

Rainy autumn has arrived. Many summer residents have already left for the city. Lyolya’s family also began to gather there. The girl asked her mother about what to do with Kusaka. What did the mother answer? A brief summary will help you find out. Andreeva Kusaka was not happy for long. The woman said that there was nowhere to keep her in the city and she would have to be left at the dacha. Lelya had almost nothing to do. The summer residents have left.

The dog rushed about for a long time, running in their tracks. She even ran to the station, but didn’t find anyone. Then she climbed under the house in the country and began to howl - persistently, evenly and hopelessly calm.

This is the work he wrote. The story “Bite” awakens the best feelings, teaches compassion for those who need it.

She belonged to no one; she didn't have her own name, and no one
could not say where she was throughout the long frosty winter and what
fed. The yard dogs, just as hungry, drove her away from the warm huts.
like her, but proud and strong in their belonging to the house; when, driven
hunger or an instinctive need for communication, she showed up
street, - the guys threw stones and sticks at her, the adults cheerfully hooted and
they whistled terribly and piercingly. Not remembering myself from fear, rushing around with
side to side, bumping into barriers and people, she rushed to the edge
village and hid in the depths of a large garden, in one place known to her.
There
she licked her bruises and wounds and accumulated fear and anger in solitude.
Only once did they take pity on her and caress her. It was a drunkard man
returning from the tavern. He loved everyone and pitied everyone and said something to himself
under your breath about good people and your hopes for good people; he regretted and
a dog, dirty and ugly, on which his drunk and
aimless look.
“Bug!” he called her by the name common to all dogs. “Bug!” Come here
don't be afraid!
The bug really wanted to come over; She wagged her tail, but did not dare.
The man patted his hand on his knee and repeated convincingly:
- Go ahead, you fool! By God, I won’t touch you!
But while the dog hesitated, waving its tail more and more furiously and
moving forward in small steps, the mood of a drunken man
has changed. He remembered all the insults inflicted on him by kind people,
felt boredom and dull anger, and when Zhuchka lay down on her back in front of him, with
he poked her in the side with the toe of a heavy boot.
- Ooh, scum! Climbing too!
The dog squealed, more from surprise and insult than from pain, and
the man staggered home, where he beat his wife for a long time and painfully and to pieces
tore the new scarf I bought her as a gift last week.
Since then, the dog did not trust people who wanted to pet it, and,
she would run away with her tail between her legs, and sometimes she would attack them angrily and try
bite until stones and sticks were used to drive her away. For one winter she
settled under the terrace of an empty dacha, which had no guard, and
unselfishly guarded her: she ran out onto the road at night and barked until she was hoarse.
Having already settled down in her place, she was still grumbling angrily, but through her anger
Some self-satisfaction and even pride were visible.
The winter night dragged on for a long, long time, and the black windows of the empty dacha gloomily
looked at the frozen motionless garden. Sometimes it seemed to flare up in them
a bluish light: either a fallen star or a sharp-horned star was reflected on the glass
the month sent its timid ray.

Spring has come, and the quiet dacha is filled with loud talking, creaking
wheels and the dirty clatter of people carrying heavy loads. We came from the city
summer residents, a whole cheerful gang of adults, teenagers and children, intoxicated
air, heat and light; someone shouted, someone sang, laughed high
in a woman's voice.
The first person the dog met was a pretty girl in
in a brown uniform dress, ran out into the garden. Greedy and impatient, wanting
embrace and squeeze everything visible in her arms, she looked at the clear
the sky, on the reddish branches of cherries and quickly lay down on the grass, facing the hot
to the sun. Then just as suddenly she jumped up and, hugging herself with her arms, kissed her with fresh
with her lips the spring air, she said expressively and seriously:
- This is fun!
She said and quickly began to spin around. And at that very moment, silently creeping up
the dog fiercely grabbed the swollen hem of the dress with its teeth, pulled and so
She silently disappeared into the dense bushes of gooseberries and currants.
- Hey, evil dog! - the girl shouted while running away, and for a long time she was heard
excited voice: - Mom, children! Don't go to the garden: there's a dog there! Huge!..
Evil!..
At night, the dog crept up to the sleeping dacha and silently lay down on its
place under the terrace. It smelled like people, and quiet sounds came through the open windows.
short breath. The people were sleeping, they were helpless and not afraid, and the dog
jealously guarded them: she slept with one eye and at every rustle she pulled out
head with two motionless lights of phosphorescently glowing eyes. A
there were many alarming sounds in the sensitive spring night: something rustled in the grass
invisible, small and close to the dog’s shiny nose;
last year's branch crunched under a sleeping bird, and on the nearby highway
the cart rumbled and the loaded carts creaked. And far around in motionless
the smell of fragrant, fresh tar spread in the air and beckoned into the brightening
far.
The summer residents who arrived were very kind people, and the fact that they were
far from the city, breathed good air, saw everything green around us,
blue and good-natured, it made them even kinder. The sun entered them with warmth and
came out with laughter and goodwill towards all living things. At first they wanted
drive away the dog that frightened them and even shoot it with a revolver, if not
clean up; but then they got used to barking at night and sometimes in the morning they remembered:
- Where is our Kusaka?
And this new name “Kusaka” remained with her. It happened that during the day
noticed a dark body in the bushes, disappearing without a trace at the first movement
hands throwing bread - as if it were not bread, but a stone - and soon everything
got used to Kusaka, called her “their” dog and joked about her
savagery and causeless fear. Every day Kusaka decreased by one step
the space that separated her from people; looked closely at their faces and assimilated them
habits: half an hour before lunch she was already standing in the bushes and blinking affectionately. AND
the same high school student Lelya, who had forgotten the insult, finally brought her into
happy circle of people relaxing and having fun.
“Nipper, come to me!” she called to her. “Well, good, well, dear,
go! Do you want some sugar?.. I'll give you some sugar, do you want it? Well, go ahead!
But Kusaka didn’t go: she was afraid. And carefully, patting yourself with your hands and
speaking as kindly as possible with a beautiful voice and a beautiful face,
Lelya moved towards the dog and was afraid that she might bite.
- I love you, Nipper, I love you very much. You're so cute
nose and such expressive eyes. Don't you believe me, Nipper?
Lelya's eyebrows rose, and she herself had such a pretty nose and
such expressive eyes that the sun acted smartly, kissing him warmly, to
the redness of her cheeks, her entire young, naively charming face.
And Nipper for the second time in her life turned over on her back and closed
eyes, not knowing for sure, will hit her or caress her. But she was caressed.
A small, warm hand hesitantly touched the rough head and,
as if it were a sign of irresistible power, she ran freely and boldly around
the entire woolly body, shaking, caressing and tickling.
- Mom, children! Look: I’m caressing Kusaka!” Lelya shouted.
When the children came running, noisy, loud-voiced, fast and bright, like
droplets of scattered mercury, Kusaka froze with fear and helplessness
expectations: she knew that if someone hit her now, she would no longer be in
will be able to dig into the body of the offender with her sharp teeth: she was taken away from her
irreconcilable anger. And when everyone vying with each other began to caress her, for a long time she
shuddered at every touch of a caressing hand, and she was in pain from
unusual caress, as if from a blow.

Kusaka blossomed with all her canine soul. She had a name that
she rushed headlong from the green depths of the garden; it belonged to people and
could serve them. Isn't this enough for a dog to be happy?
With the habit of moderation, created by years of wandering, hungry
life, she ate very little, but even this little changed her beyond recognition:
long hair that used to hang in red, dry tufts and on the belly forever
covered with dried mud, it became clean, turned black and began to shine like
atlas. And when she ran out to the gate out of nothing to do, stood at
threshold and looked up and down the street importantly, no one came to the
tease her head or throw a stone at her.
But she was only so proud and independent when she was alone. Fear is not
the fire of caresses had completely evaporated from her heart, and every time at the sight of people,
When they approached, she became confused and expected to be beaten. And for a long time every kindness
seemed to her like a surprise, a miracle, which she could not even understand
which she couldn't answer. She didn't know how to be affectionate. Other dogs can
stand on your hind legs, rub against your feet and even smile, and thus
express their feelings, but she didn’t know how.
The only thing Kusaka could do was fall on her back, close her eyes and
squeal slightly. But this was not enough, it could not express her delight,
gratitude and love, - and with a sudden inspiration, Kusaka began to do what,
Perhaps she had seen it in other dogs at some point, but had long since forgotten it.
She tumbled absurdly, jumped awkwardly and spun around herself, and
her body, which had always been so flexible and dexterous, became clumsy,
funny and pathetic.
- Mom, children! Look, Kusaka is playing!” Lelya shouted and, gasping for breath,
Laughing, she asked: “More, Kusachka, more!” Like this! Like this...
And everyone gathered and laughed, and Kusaka spun, tumbled and fell,
and no one saw the strange plea in her eyes. And as before on the dog
shouted and hooted to see her desperate fear, so now on purpose
caressed her in order to evoke in her a surge of love, endlessly funny in its
clumsy and absurd manifestations. Not an hour passed without anyone
teenagers or children did not shout:
- Nipper, dear Nipper, play!
And Kusachka spun, tumbled and fell with incessant cheerful
laughing. They praised her in front of her and for her eyes and regretted only one thing, that when
she doesn't want to show off her tricks to strangers who come to visit
runs into the garden or hides under the terrace.
Gradually Kusaka got used to the fact that she didn’t have to worry about food, so
how at a certain hour the cook will give her slop and bones, confidently and calmly
she lay down in her place under the terrace and was already looking for and asking for affection. AND
She became heavier: she rarely ran from the dacha, and when the little children called her with them
into the forest, wagged its tail evasively and disappeared unnoticed. But at night everything is like that
her guard bark was loud and alert.

Autumn lit up with yellow lights, the sky began to cry with frequent rains, and
The dachas quickly began to empty and fall silent, as if the continuous rain and wind
They extinguished them like candles, one after another.
“What should we do with Kusaka?” Lelya asked thoughtfully.
She sat with her hands on her knees and sadly looked out the window,
to which the shiny drops of the rain began to roll down.
- What kind of pose do you have, Lelya! Well, who sits like that? - said the mother and
added: “And Kusaka will have to be left behind.” God be with her!
“It’s a pity,” Lelya drawled.
- Well, what can you do? We don’t have a yard, and we can’t keep her in our rooms,
you understand yourself.
“It’s a pity,” Lelya repeated, ready to cry.
Already raised, like the wings of a swallow, her dark eyebrows and pity
her pretty nose wrinkled when her mother said:
- The Dogaevs have been offering me a puppy for a long time. They say he is very thoroughbred
and is already serving. Can you hear me? And what is this mongrel!
“It’s a pity,” Lelya repeated, but did not cry.
Strangers came again, and the carts creaked, and groaned under
heavy footsteps of the floorboard, but there was less talking and it was not audible at all
laughter. Frightened by strangers, vaguely sensing trouble, Kusaka ran away
to the edge of the garden and from there, through the thinning bushes, she relentlessly looked at
the corner of the terrace visible to her and the figures in red shirts scurrying around it.
“You are here, my poor Kusachka,” said Lelya, who came out. She was already
dressed like a traveler - in that brown dress from which she tore a piece
A biter, and a black blouse. - Come with me!
And they went out onto the highway. The rain began to fall, then subsided, and that's all
the space between the blackened earth and the sky was full of swirling,
fast moving clouds. From below you could see how heavy and impenetrable they were.
for the light from the water that saturated them and how boring the sun is behind this dense wall.
To the left of the highway stretched darkened stubble, and only on the hilly and
near the horizon, low, scattered trees rose in lonely clumps
trees and bushes. Ahead, not far away, there was an outpost and next to it an inn with
iron red roof, and at the tavern a group of people teased the village
fool Ilyusha.
“Give me a pretty penny,” the fool said in a drawling drawl, and the angry, mocking
Voices vied with each other to answer him:
- Do you want to chop wood?
And Ilyusha cursed cynically and dirtyly, and they laughed without joy.
A ray of sunlight broke through, yellow and anemic, as if the sun were
terminally ill; The foggy autumn distance became wider and sadder.
“It’s boring, Kusaka!” Lelya said quietly and, without looking back, went back.
And only at the station did she remember that she had not said goodbye to Kusaka.

Kusaka rushed for a long time in the footsteps of the people who had left, ran to the station and
- wet, dirty - returned to the dacha. There she did another new one
a thing that no one, however, had seen: she went up onto the terrace for the first time and,
standing up on her hind legs, she looked into the glass door and even scratched
claws. But the rooms were empty, and no one answered Kusaka.
A heavy rain began to fall, and autumn darkness began to approach from everywhere.
long night. Quickly and silently he filled the empty dacha; he crawled out silently
from the bushes and poured down with the rain from the inhospitable sky. On the terrace, with
which the canvas was removed, making it seem vast and strangely empty,
the light struggled with the darkness for a long time and sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet, but
He soon gave in too.
Night has fallen.
And when there was no longer any doubt that it had come, the dog complained and
howled loudly. With a ringing note, sharp as despair, this howl burst into
the monotonous, gloomily submissive sound of rain cut through the darkness and, fading, rushed
over a dark and bare field.
The dog howled - evenly, persistently and hopelessly calm. And to the one who
I heard this howl, it seemed that it was groaning and rushing towards the light itself
pitchless dark night, and I wanted to go to the warmth, to the bright fire, to the loving
to a woman's heart.
The dog howled.

Source: Andreev L. Novels and short stories in 2 volumes. - M.: Artist.
lit., 1971.

Leonid Andreev’s story “Bite” tells about a yard dog. She did not have her own home and owner, she was not fed or cared for. The guys threw stones and sticks at her and drove her away. Soon the dog becomes distrustful and embittered, and people turn into enemies for it. For the winter, the dog settled in an empty dacha and began to guard it.

In the spring, the owners of the dacha returned. The first person the dog saw was a girl in a brown dress who ran out into the garden. She was enjoying the spring weather and spinning, but a dog crept up to her and fiercely grabbed her with its teeth. Everyone was scared of the dog, but soon got used to it. She was called "Kusaka" and later "Nipper". Lelya was the first to show care and affection to the dog.

It was difficult for Kusaka to be around children; she was still afraid that someone would throw a stone at her or hit her. Soon the dog itself began to reach out to people. She learned to ride on her back, spin and somersault. And all the children were happy when she started playing like that.

Autumn came, and summer residents began to leave. It was difficult for Lela to part with Kusaka; she was offered a new puppy, but she refused. Kusaka also remembered Lelya and all the other children for a long time. The dog ran and looked for everyone, but did not find them. At night the dog howled for a long time and hopelessly calmly.

From the story of Leonid Andreev, we understand that animals are also capable of suffering from loneliness and abandonment. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry wrote: “We are responsible for those

who was tamed,” and the story “Biter” teaches us this. People should not abandon animals, they should help and take care of them, and then the world will become much brighter.

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She belonged to no one; she did not have her own name, and no one could say where she was throughout the long, frosty winter and what she fed on. The yard dogs drove her away from the warm huts, just as hungry as she was, but proud and strong in their belonging to the house; when, driven by hunger or an instinctive need for communication, she showed up on the street, the guys threw stones and sticks at her, the adults hooted cheerfully and whistled terribly, shrilly. Not remembering herself from fear, rushing from side to side, bumping into barriers and people, she rushed to the edge of the village and hid in the depths of a large garden, in one place known to her. There she licked her bruises and wounds and, alone, accumulated fear and anger.

Only once did they take pity on her and caress her. It was a drunkard man returning from a tavern. He loved everyone and pitied everyone and said something under his breath about good people and his hopes for good people; He also pitied the dog, dirty and ugly, on which his drunken and aimless gaze accidentally fell.

Bug! - he called her by the name common to all dogs. - Bug! Come here, don't be afraid!

The bug really wanted to come over; She wagged her tail, but did not dare. The man patted his hand on his knee and repeated convincingly:

Go ahead, you fool! By God, I won’t touch you!

But while the dog hesitated, waving its tail more and more furiously and moving forward in small steps, the drunken man’s mood changed. He remembered all the insults inflicted on him by kind people, felt boredom and dull anger, and when the Bug lay down on her back in front of him, he poked her in the side with the toe of a heavy boot.

Ooh, scum! Climbing too!

The dog squealed, more from surprise and insult than from pain, and the man staggered home, where he beat his wife for a long time and painfully and tore into pieces the new scarf that he had bought her as a gift last week.

From then on, the dog did not trust people who wanted to caress it, and ran away with its tail between its legs, and sometimes angrily attacked them and tried to bite them until they managed to drive it away with stones and a stick. For one winter, she settled under the terrace of an empty dacha, which had no guard, and selflessly guarded it: she ran out onto the road at night and barked until she was hoarse. Having already laid down in her place, she was still grumbling angrily, but through the anger there was a certain self-satisfaction and even pride.

The winter night dragged on for a long, long time, and the black windows of the empty dacha looked gloomily onto the icy, motionless garden. Sometimes a bluish light seemed to flare up in them: either a fallen star was reflected on the glass, or the sharp-horned moon sent out its timid ray.

II

Spring has come, and the quiet dacha is filled with loud talking, the creaking of wheels and the dirty clatter of people carrying heavy loads. Summer residents arrived from the city, a whole cheerful crowd of adults, teenagers and children, intoxicated by the air, warmth and light; someone shouted, someone sang, laughed in a high female voice.

The first person the dog met was a pretty girl in a brown uniform dress who ran out into the garden. Greedily and impatiently, wanting to embrace and squeeze everything visible in her arms, she looked at the clear sky, at the reddish branches of the cherries and quickly lay down on the grass, facing the hot sun. Then, just as suddenly, she jumped up and, hugging herself with her arms, kissing the spring air with her fresh lips, said expressively and seriously:

This is fun!

She said and quickly began to spin around. And at that same moment, the dog silently creeping up fiercely grabbed the swelling hem of the dress with its teeth, pulled and just as silently disappeared into the dense bushes of gooseberries and currants.

Ay, evil dog! - the girl shouted while running away, and her excited voice could be heard for a long time: “Mom, children!” Don't go to the garden: there's a dog there! Huge!.. Feisty!..

At night, the dog crept up to the sleeping dacha and silently lay down in its place under the terrace. There was a smell of people, and the quiet sounds of short breathing came through the open windows. The people were sleeping, they were helpless and not scary, and the dog jealously guarded them: it slept with one eye and at every rustle it stretched out its head with two motionless lights of phosphorescently glowing eyes. And there were many alarming sounds in the sensitive spring night: something invisible, small, rustled in the grass and got close to the dog’s shiny nose; Last year's branch crunched under a sleeping bird, and on the nearby highway a cart rumbled and loaded carts creaked. And far around in the still air the smell of fragrant, fresh tar spread and beckoned into the brightening distance.

The summer residents who arrived were very kind people, and the fact that they were far from the city, breathed good air, saw everything around them green, blue and good-natured, made them even kinder. The sun entered them with warmth and came out with laughter and goodwill towards all living things. At first they wanted to drive away the dog that had frightened them and even shoot it with a revolver if it didn’t go away; but then they got used to barking at night and sometimes in the morning they remembered:

Where is our Kusaka?

And this new name “Kusaka” remained with her. It happened that during the day they noticed a dark body in the bushes, disappearing without a trace at the first movement of the hand throwing bread - as if it were not bread, but a stone - and soon everyone got used to Kusaka, called her “their” dog and joked about her savagery and causeless fear. Every day Kusaka reduced the space separating her from people by one step; I took a closer look at their faces and learned their habits: half an hour before lunch I was already standing in the bushes and blinking affectionately. And the same high school student Lelya, who had forgotten the insult, finally introduced her into the happy circle of people relaxing and having fun.