{"id":1702,"date":"2026-05-05T23:23:30","date_gmt":"2026-05-05T20:23:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/?post_type=kazka&p=1702"},"modified":"2026-05-13T23:40:30","modified_gmt":"2026-05-13T20:40:30","slug":"vovk-z-dobrymy-ochyma","status":"publish","type":"kazka","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/kazka\/vovk-z-dobrymy-ochyma\/","title":{"rendered":"The wolf with kind eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u23f1 ~4 min reading<\/p>\n\n\n

In the meadow outside the village, Olesik was herding geese. There were seven geese: six white ones and one gray one, the most cunning, which always tried to escape to the river. Olesik followed them with a stick and hummed an old song that his mother loved.<\/p>\n\n

The day was warm, the bees were buzzing over the clover, and a single cloud was slowly floating in the sky - like a piece of cotton wool. Then suddenly the geese fell silent. All of them. At the same time. And all seven heads turned in one direction - to the hazel bushes that grew on the edge of the forest.<\/p>\n\n

Olesik looked there and froze. A wolf was watching from behind the bushes.<\/p>\n\n

Big. Gray. With pointed ears and a long tail. He stood still and did not take his eyes off the boy. Olesik felt goosebumps run down his back. He remembered his grandmother's fairy tales. He remembered that wolves bite, that wolves steal sheep and geese. The boy slowly, slowly began to raise the stick.<\/p>\n\n

But the wolf didn't attack. He just watched. And there was something strange in his eyes\u2014something not wolfish at all. The big brown eyes looked softly, with a kind of quiet longing. That's how they look when they're really, really tired of searching.<\/p>\n\n

"Get out of here!" Olesyk shouted. His voice was thin and slightly trembling. "Ksh! Get out!"<\/p>\n\n

The wolf didn't move. He just lowered his head, to the grass, and whined softly. Softly, like a puppy.<\/p>\n\n

Olesik frowned. Do wolves whine? He took one cautious step forward. The wolf did not run. On the contrary, he lay down on his stomach, put his head on his paws, and looked at the boy as if asking for forgiveness.<\/p>\n\n

And then Olesyk noticed: the predator had something hanging around its neck. Something red. The boy came closer, his heart pounding like a little hammer. But when he was very close, he understood. The beast had a collar around its neck. An old, worn-out one, but definitely a collar. And on it was a small metal plate.<\/p>\n\n

"You're not a wolf," whispered Olesyk. "You're a dog!"<\/p>\n\n

The dog stood up and wagged its tail cautiously. Once. Second. Third. Olesik crouched down and held out his hand. The dog came up and nuzzled it with his cold nose. And then licked it\u2014with his warm, rough tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n

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"You're so thin," said the boy. "And there's burrs in your fur. You must have been lost for a long time?"<\/p>\n\n

The dog sat down and put his paw on his knee. Olesyk read the inscription on the sign. The letters were almost erased, but he made out: "Sirko. Village of Berestovka.".<\/p>\n\n

"Berestovka?" the boy was surprised. "But it's twenty kilometers from here! Poor thing, how far did you walk?"<\/p>\n\n

Sirko sighed softly. The same quiet longing still remained in his eyes - longing for a home that is somewhere, but which he can never reach.<\/p>\n\n

Olesik took out of his bag the sandwich his mother had given him for lunch. He tore it in half. He gave the larger half to Sirko. The dog ate carefully, not grabbing, as if he was thanking for every piece. Then he drank water from the puddle that remained after yesterday's rain.<\/p>\n\n

"You know what," said Olesyk. "You'll come with me. Dad has an acquaintance from Berestovka. I'll ask him and we'll take you home. And if your owners can't be found... well, then you'll live with us. We don't have a hut in the yard, but we'll build one.".<\/p>\n\n

Sirko licked his cheek. The geese, who had been standing in a group and watching all this time, finally calmed down. The gray goose even came up and pecked the dog's tail - cautiously, as if checking it out. Sirko just blinked and turned away.<\/p>\n\n

They returned to the house together. Olesik in front with a stick, the geese in the middle, and Sirko behind \u2014 like a faithful shepherd who had already found his flock. On the threshold, mother gasped at the sight of the unfamiliar dog, but when Olesik told everything, she just wiped her hands on her apron and said:<\/p>\n\n

"Okay. Let him wash up. And give him some warm milk.".<\/p>\n\n

In the evening, Olesyk lay on the porch, and Sirko slept next to him, his head resting on his lap. The stars were quietly shining over the house. And the boy thought: how good it was that he wasn't scared. How good it was that he looked closely. Because the scariest thing that can happen is not letting someone who is looking for a home into your heart.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u2728 Don't judge by appearance - true nature is visible in the eyes and heart \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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