Ông và nó đã sống với nhau bảy năm

Ông và nó đã sống với nhau bảy năm trong căn nhà gỗ nhỏ chưa đầy tám mét vuông. Hằng ngày ông dắt nó đến chỗ gốc cây sồi để bán vé số. Ông già rồi, khoảng trên tám mươi. Ông không đủ sức như trai trẻ có thể đi dạo khắp nơi để bán, ông chỉ có thể ngồi ở đó.Tiếng con chó vang lên ở góc phố vắng lặng. Nó chạy đến bên ông lão. Trên miệng nó đang ngậm một ổ bánh mì đã bị xé một nửa. Chân sau nó đang chảy máu, những giọt máu đỏ tươi chảy xuống vỉa hè bên cạnh ông lão. Ông run run đôi bàn tay gầy guộc lấy cái bánh mì để xuống một tờ báo đã cũ kĩ.

Ông lấy một tờ báo khác, xé ra lau vết thương cho con chó rồi băng cho nó bằng một tờ giấy ông rút ra từ ngực áo. Con chó dụi dụi mặt vào cổ, vào ngực ông, nó rên lên ư ử. Ông xoa đầu nó, xoa lưng nó, ôm nó vào lòng, dỗ dành nó như đang dỗ dành một đứa bé làm nũng.

Ông xé cái bánh mì ra từng vụn nhỏ để lên bàn tay rồi đút cho nó. Nó ăn ngon lành, vừa ăn vừa quẫy cái đuôi mừng rỡ.

Ông và nó đã sống với nhau bảy năm trong căn nhà gỗ nhỏ chưa đầy tám mét vuông. Hằng ngày ông dắt nó đến chỗ gốc cây sồi để bán vé số. Ông già rồi, khoảng trên tám mươi.

Ông không đủ sức như trai trẻ có thể đi dạo khắp nơi để bán, ông chỉ có thể ngồi ở đó. Con chó rất khôn, nó thường đi lại chỗ quán bán bánh mì chờ chủ quán cho những ổ bánh mì người ta ăn dở để mang về. Ông không ăn nhưng nó ăn, nó đặc biệt thích bánh mì. Cái chân nó chảy máu là do một người khách đã lái xe đụng nó khi dừng lại mua bánh mì.

Rồi ông bệnh, một cơn bạo bệnh ập đến. Nó tự mở then cửa để đi xin bánh mì, nhà ông ở gần đó nên nó nhớ đường. Nó không thể làm gì để giúp ông. Nó đứng bên ông, nhìn ông rồi đi vòng vòng bên giường nơi ông nằm. Tuy ông rất mệt nhưng vẫn vuốt ve nó, xé những mẩu bánh mì cho nó ăn. Nó chỉ ăn vài ba miếng nhỏ rồi không ăn nữa. Dường như nó biết ông bệnh, không ăn uống gì được nên nó buồn nó cũng bỏ ăn.Từ khi ông mất, con chó không còn đi xin bánh mì nữa. Nó cũng chẳng ăn, uống bất cứ thứ gì. Ông hàng xóm thấy nó tội nghiệp mang nó về nuôi nhưng nó chẳng chịu đi đâu. Nó nằm trên chiếc giường nơi ông đã nằm đến giây phút cuối cùng. Sức nó mỗi ngày một yếu dần đi vì nó chẳng ăn uống gì với lại nó nhớ ông.

Nó cứ nằm im một chỗ, giây phút cuối cùng trong cuộc đời nó nhìn lên hũ tro của ông rồi nhắm mắt lại. Giọt nước mắt chảy ra từ khóe mắt, nó đã đi theo ông sau một tuần.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

He and it have lived together for seven years in a small wooden house in less than eight square meters. Every day he flicked it to the tree to sell lottery tickets. The old man then, over eighty. He is not sufficient as the boys can walk everywhere to sell, he can just sit there. Dog encyclopedia resound in the city calm. It ran to his side. On it are mouths shut up a wheat has been torn in half. Legs it is bleeding, the bright red drops of blood flowing down the sidewalk next to him. Mr. run run lean hands guộc took the bread to down a newspaper was old.He took one other newspaper, tear out the wipe the wound for the dog and then ice it with a sheet of paper he pulled out from his chest. Dog rubbing rubbing surface of the neck, the chest, it groans up him otherwise. He rubbed his head, rubbed his back it, hug it into the crush, appease it as being tempted to take a baby make nũng.He tear the bread into small chips to up the hand and feeding it. It's delicious food, eat with its tail rejoice.He and it have lived together for seven years in a small wooden house in less than eight square meters. Every day he flicked it to the tree to sell lottery tickets. The old man then, over eighty.He is not sufficient as the boys can walk everywhere to sell, he can just sit there. A very smart dog, it usually goes back to the wine seller of bread wait innkeeper for the bread they eat bad to carry on. He is not eat but it ate, it especially liking the bread. Leg it bleeding is due to a person who has touched it when the driver stopped to buy bread.His disease, a severe domestic violence busted to the disease. It opens the door to go to then ask for bread, his house in nearby so it remembers the way. It cannot do anything to help him. It's up to him, looked at him and then walked round the side of the bed where he lies. But he is very tired but still stroking it, tear the bread crumbs for it to eat. It just eat a few small pieces and then not eat anymore. It seems to know he is sick, not eating anything so it's sad it also quit eating. Since his death, the dog no longer ask bread anymore. It also doesn't eat, drink anything. He found it poor neighbors brought it about pets but it didn't go anywhere. It lies on the bed where he lies to the last moment. Overall it's the every day because it doesn't eat anything with it in mind.It just sits there, the last moments in the life it looked up his ashes jugs and then close your eyes. Tears flow from section on eyes, it went by him after a week.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

He and it lived together for seven years in a small wooden house is less than eight square meters. Every day, he took it to the oak tree place to sell lottery tickets. He is old, over eighty. He was not enough as the young can walk everywhere to sell, he could only sit in do.Tieng dog sounded quiet corner. It ran to the old man. On the mouth it is sucking a loaf of bread has been torn in half. After its leg was bleeding, bright red drops of blood running down the sidewalk next to the old man. He shook hands, took the bread thin to down an old newspaper. He took another newspaper, torn wipe the dog's wounds and bandage it with a sheet of paper drawn from his chest . The dog rubbed his face in his neck, his chest, it's a weak moan. He rubbed his head, rubbing his back, hugs him, coaxing it as comfort a baby a baby. He tore the bread crumbs out every small for it and then putting their hands. It's delicious, eating just turning tail happily. He and it lived together for seven years in a small wooden house is less than eight square meters. Every day, he took it to the oak tree place to sell lottery tickets. He is old, over eighty. He was not young enough as you can walk everywhere to sell, he could only sit there. The dog is very smart, it usually goes back to the shop owner selling bread waiting for the bread they eat bad to carry on. He did not eat, but it eats, it's particularly fond of bread. Bleeding leg it is because a customer was driving hit him as he stopped to buy bread. Then he disease, an illness strikes. It manually open the latch to begging bread, nearby his home should it miss the road. It can not do anything to help him. It stands beside him, looked at him and then walked around the bed where he lay. But he was very tired but still stroking it, tearing pieces of bread to feed him. It's only a couple of small pieces and then eat not eat anymore. It seems he knew him sick, not eating what is it sad it is also away an.Tu his death, the dog no longer begging for bread. It was not eating or drinking anything. He found it poor neighbor brought it about farming, but it would not go anywhere. It lies on the bed where he was lying to the last moment. Power it once a day as it weakened like eating anything with it his memory. It lies quietly on a seat, the last moment of his life looking over his ashes urn and then closed his eyes. Tears flowed from her eyes, it had followed him after a week.