White Fang was born half a wolf, and the other half a dog. On his father he is a forest wolf, and on his mother he is a dog. A whole brood of them was born, but due to the fact that in recent times there is absolutely nothing to eat in the north, only he managed to survive. His father in one of the fights, even before the birth of White Fang, lost one eye, and now a misfortune has happened. The old wolf died from the clutches of a lynx that attacked him from behind a shelter. The white fang has no choice but to help his own mother to hunt and, of course, learn how to get his own food. He learned the main rule for himself - eat yourself, until you are eaten. This is the rule of survival in such a wild nature. But besides the main law of survival, the little wolf cub has to learn many other laws, because the world is full of surprises. And one of these surprises was the meeting between White Fang and a man. The wolf cub did not run away, he just lay down on his belly and waited for a stranger to come closer to him. As soon as the Indian's hand reached out to him, he lightly snatched it, for which he immediately got on the shaggy top of his head. The whole head of the wolf cub is seized by unbearable pain, I want to whine and cry. Suddenly, from behind a bush, his mother jumps out at the Indian. And with zeal rushes to his defense. However, the Indian froze in place, he cannot believe his eyes. Kichi, he shouts! And the mother-wolf stops at the floor of the jump. Yes, and she recognized him. This is her former owner, from whom she fled to the forest a year ago. Kichi quietly approached the Indian and he stroked her with his hand. She again became his faithful friend, but this time together with a young wolf cub, whom the Indian named White Fang.

And so it begins new life... Life in the camp of the Indians. It is difficult for White Fang, because everything is not the same as it was before in the forest. There White Fang, observed only a couple of basic laws, but here he has to comply with a whole set of rules. In no case should you rush at people. And even more so on Indian children and women. Otherwise, they may simply be killed for it. And White Fang is not at all familiar with the new group of dogs. In this environment, he does not feel very well and calm. Every day he has to repel more than a dozen attacks from their side. After all, he has several advantages that distinguish him favorably from them. Firstly, he is smarter, secondly, he runs faster, and thirdly, he hunts better. The Indians have long distinguished him from the bulk of sled dogs. Because White Fang alone is capable of carrying a whole heap of things and a sled. And at such times, when the Indians change their camp, White Fang can escape into the forest for several days. But only a little. When he is left alone, he is overcome by fear and loneliness. Therefore, all Indians know that soon the White Fang will return. He will return to lead the team, to evil the rest of the dogs and drag it through the deep snow. White Fang is well aware that the whole world around him is very harsh. But he knows how to adapt to it. This means that he knows how to survive not like a wolf, but like a dog.

A man called the Gray Beaver arrives in the Yukon. He brings with him all sorts of goods that he intends to trade here. He perfectly understands that his product will be in special demand, so he decides not to rush into the sale, but to play on the nerves of buyers and, accordingly, the price for fur and gloves will be significantly raised. In this form, White Fang sees white-skinned people for the first time in his life. He compares them to the Indians, and they seem to him even greater gods than the swarthy Indians. Only white people have one big drawback, they have a widespread love of dog fighting. One of these lovers is Pretty Boy Smith. So he was nicknamed for his disfigured face and bad character. White Fang takes part in dog fights, and in this matter he has absolutely no equal. All the dogs around him are afraid of him. And Handsome Smith understands that. Therefore, one day, he buys White Fang from the Gray Beaver, while he lies in a drunken state. After which, Smith brutally beats Fang, thereby showing him who is now his real master. From that day on, White Fang fights in the dog ring almost every day, winning victory after victory and bringing a lot of money to his new owner. But somehow, in one of the battles, White Fang is almost defeated. The sly Bulldog clings to his wolf's body with his jaws and gnaws at the skin to a considerable depth, getting closer and closer to the main goal - the neck of White Fang. White Fang is about to part with his life, but he will be saved by a stranger who appears next to him, named Whedon Scott. He shoots the bulldog in the head, thereby killing him and takes White Fang with him, throwing several coins at the feet of the discouraged Handsome Smith.

Days go by. White Fang lives with Whedon and is soon completely healed of the wounds inflicted on him in that last fight with the bulldog. The character of White Fang has changed a lot. He became more aggressive and violent. What the same Whedon Scott doesn't like. Whedon tries to soften Fang's condition a little by caressing him and stroking him from time to time. Weedn and White Fang develop a friendly love, both master and dog. One day the owner goes on a business trip for a long time, and White Fang almost goes crazy with grief and misfortune. After all, he is afraid that Whedon will leave him. Imagine the joy of Fang when the owner again entered his home. One evening the same Handsome Smith came to Whedon's house and tried to take White Fang with him. But Whedon beat Smith in the most severe manner and took Fang from him. After a while, a sad moment comes for White Fang. Whedon must return to his homeland in California, as his work in the north is finished. At first, the engineer hesitates, he either wants to take Fang with him, then he thinks to leave him here, fearing that he simply will not survive the climate change. But nevertheless he leaves him in the house, and he hurries to the steamer. White Fang, sensing the last moments separating him from the owner, jumps out the window and runs to the gangway. There Whedon sees him and finally decides to take Fang with him to California. California has a completely different atmosphere. There he is waiting for the heat and the Shepherd Collie. Which soon becomes his close friend. White Fang loves everything and California, and Whedon and Whedon's father, the local judge. Several months have passed since his arrival, a criminal named Hall tries to attack Whedon's father, but Fang will save him from certain death, himself receiving three bullets in his wolf's body. Doctors think that Fang will no longer survive, but the predictions turned out to be wrong and White Fang survived. A few months later, the last bandage is removed and he can see Whedon, his father, Collie and his puppies again. He again has the opportunity to lie on the grass and fall asleep, under the rays of the California sun.

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Jack London's story "White Fang" is one of the most famous works of the writer. It has been filmed more than once in a wide variety of interpretations all over the world. The book "White Fang" is included in the school curriculum of many educational institutions around the world and has become a kind of model of the relationship between man and animals.

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In the short story by Jack London "White Fang" you will learn about the life of a puppy, who was born to a half-wolf, half-dog - Kichi and a wolf. The puppy's father died in a battle with a lynx, and the puppy's siblings starved to death. Therefore, together with his mother, he comprehends the "law of prey" - eat or eat you. But one day he sees unfamiliar creatures - people. He falls to the ground, but when they try to stroke him, he bites his hand. For this he receives a sore blow to the head. His mother hurries to help him, but then he hears the shout "Kichi!" It was one of the Indians who recognized his dog, which had gone into the forest in the last year of famine. With surprise, the puppy watches as the mother crawls on her belly to the Indian. So the puppy, along with Kichi, becomes the property of the Gray Beaver. And the puppy gets the nickname White Fang.

Further in the story of Jack London "White Fang" you can read about the formation of White Fang in the camp of the Indians. Neither dogs nor people liked him here. Therefore, he quickly had to become a good fighter and acquire cunning. In doing so, he clearly learned the lesson of human inviolability. Once, during a change of camp, he ran away. But he became so lonely that he returned to the people. Soon the main character from the novel "White Fang" of London, he becomes a sled dog, and then even the leader of the team. Because of this, other dogs hate him even more, but he controls them adamantly.

The life of the protagonist of the book "White Fang" by Jack London changes when Gray Beaver brings furs, moccasins and mittens to Fort Yukon. He decides not to rush and sell everything at a higher price. Here White Fang sees white people for the first time and concludes that white people are even more powerful gods than the Indians. White people have fun with dog fights and White Fang is a master at this. Once a coward and a freak obsessed with fighting - Handsome Smith gives Gray Beaver a drink and buys a dog from him. By beating him, he makes White Fang realize that he is now his master. Handsome Smith trains him and sends him to fights. For White Fang, this is the only way to prove himself and he has no equal. And Handsome Smith is collecting money. But one day White Fang comes together in a fight with a bulldog. He grabs his chest and begins to move closer and closer to his throat. White Fang has nothing to do. Handsome Smith understands this and begins to beat the dog. From the inevitable death of White Fang is saved by a young engineer from the mines - Whedon Scott. With a revolver, he opens the bulldog's jaw and buys the dog out.

Further in the book of London "White Fang" you can read about how the main character quickly recovers from his wounds. He demonstrates his rage to his new owner. But Whedon wants to expiate before the dog all the torment that people have brought him. Therefore, he tries to tame the dog with affection. He succeeds only after he leaves home for a long time and White Fang realizes how lonely he is without this man. But the dog paid handsome Smith what he deserved when he tried to steal the White Clack. But Smith's contract is coming to an end, and he must return to California. He is afraid that the dog will not survive the climate change and decides to leave it here. But White Fang breaks the window and runs to the dock. The touched Whedon cannot but take the main character with him.

This is how the protagonist of Jack London's novel "White Fang" begins a new stage in his life. He gets used to the climate quickly enough. And here he is acquiring a girlfriend, Collie, who at first did not make him very welcome. He fell in love with the Scott family and even saved Whedon's father from death. The fact is that he was a judge and once repeat offender Jim Hall decided to take revenge on him. But White Fang didn't let him do it. Although in the fight he received three bullet wounds and broke his hind leg. The doctors said that he would not survive. But White Fang survived and was met on the lawn by the Collie and their joint puppies.

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White Fang's father is a wolf, his mother Kichi is half wolf, half dog. He doesn't have a name yet. He was born in the Northern Wilderness and was the only surviving brood. In the North, people often have to starve, and this killed his sisters and brothers. The father, a one-eyed wolf, soon dies in an unequal battle with a lynx. The cub and the mother are left alone, he often accompanies the she-wolf on the hunt and soon begins to comprehend the "law of prey": eat - or they will eat you yourself. The wolf cub cannot articulate it clearly, but simply lives according to it. Besides the law of prey, there are many others that must be obeyed. The life playing in the wolf cub, the forces that control his body, serve him as an inexhaustible source of happiness.

The world is full of surprises, and one day, on the way to the stream, the wolf cub stumbles upon creatures unfamiliar to him - people. He does not run away, but falls to the ground, "shackled by fear and ready to express the humility with which his distant ancestor went to a man to warm himself by the fire he had made." One of the Indians comes closer, and when his hand touches the wolf cub, he grabs it with his teeth and immediately gets hit on the head. The wolf cub whines in pain and horror, the mother hurries to help him, and suddenly one of the Indians shouts imperatively: "Kichi!" once again there was a famine. The fearless mother-wolf, to the horror and amazement of the wolf cub, crawls to the Indian on her belly. Gray Beaver becomes the master of Kichi again. He now owns the wolf cub, to which he gives the name - White Fang.

It is difficult for White Fang to get used to a new life in a camp of Indians: he is constantly forced to repel the attacks of dogs, he has to strictly observe the laws of people whom he considers gods, often cruel, sometimes just. He realizes that "the body of God is sacred," and never again tries to bite a person. Evoking only one hatred among his fellows and people and always at enmity with everyone, White Fang develops rapidly, but one-sided. With such a life, neither good feelings nor the need for affection can arise in him. But in agility and cunning no one can compare with him; he runs faster than all other dogs, and knows how to fight angrier, fiercer and smarter than they. Otherwise, he will not survive. During the change of the camp site, White Fang runs away, but, finding himself alone, he feels fear and loneliness. Driven by them, he searches for the Indians. White Fang becomes a sled dog. After some time, he is put at the head of the team, which further increases the hatred of his brethren, whom he rules with fierce inflexibility. Hard work in the harness strengthens the strength of White Fang, and his mental development is completed. The world around is harsh and cruel, and White Fang has no illusions on this score. Devotion to man becomes a law for him, and from a wolf cub born in the wild, a dog is obtained, in which there is a lot of wolf, and yet it is a dog, not a wolf.

Gray Beaver brings several bales of furs and a bale of moccasins and mittens to Fort Yukon, hoping for more money. Assessing the demand for his product, he decides to trade slowly, just not to sell too cheap. At Fort, White Fang sees white people for the first time, and they seem to him to be gods with even greater power than the Indians. But the customs of the gods in the North are rather crude. One of the favorite pastimes is the fights that the local dogs start with the dogs that have just arrived with the new owners on the steamer. In this occupation, White Fang has no equal. Among the old-timers, there is a man who especially enjoys dog fights. This is an evil, pathetic coward and freak, nicknamed Handsome Smith, doing all the dirty work. Once, having drunk Gray Beaver, Handsome Smith buys White Fang from him and with the most severe beatings makes him understand who his new owner is. White Fang hates this crazy god, but is forced to obey him. Handsome Smith makes a real professional fighter out of White Fang and arranges dog fights. For the hated, haunted White Fang, a fight becomes the only way to prove himself, he invariably comes out the winner, and Handsome Smith collects money from the audience who lost the bet. But a fight with a bulldog almost becomes fatal for White Fang. The bulldog clings to his chest and, without opening his jaws, hangs on him, intercepting his teeth higher and higher and getting to his throat. Seeing that the battle is lost, Handsome Smith, having lost the remnants of his mind, begins to beat and trample White Fang with his feet. The dog is rescued by a tall young man, a visiting engineer from the mines, Whedon Scott. Opening the bulldog's jaws with the help of a revolving muzzle, he frees White Fang from the mortal grip of the enemy. Then he buys the dog from Handsome Smith.

White Fang soon comes to his senses and demonstrates his anger and rage to the new owner. But Scott has the patience to tame the dog with affection, and this awakens in White Fang all those feelings that were dormant and already half died out in him. Scott sets out to reward White Fang for all that he had to endure, "to atone for the sin of which the person was guilty before him." For love, White Fang pays with love. He also learns the sorrows inherent in love - when the owner unexpectedly leaves, White Fang loses interest in everything in the world and is ready to die. And when Scott returns, he comes up for the first time and presses his head against him. One evening, growls and screams are heard outside Scott's house. It was Handsome Smith who tried unsuccessfully to get White Fang away, but he paid dearly for it. Whedon Scott has to return home to California, and at first he is not going to take a dog with him - he is unlikely to endure life in a hot climate. But the closer the departure, the more worried White Fang, and the engineer hesitates, but still leaves the dog. But when White Fang, breaking the window, gets out of the locked house and resorts to the gangplank of the steamer, Scott's heart can not stand it.

In California, White Fang has to get used to completely new conditions, and he succeeds. Collie the Sheepdog, who has annoyed the dog for a long time, eventually becomes his friend. White Fang begins to love Scott's kids, he also likes Whedon's father, the judge. Judge Scott White Fang manages to save one of his convicts, the inveterate criminal Jim Hill, from revenge. White Fang gnawed at Hill, but he stabbed the dog with three bullets; in the fight, the dog's hind leg and several ribs were broken. Doctors believe that White Fang has no chance of surviving, but "The Northern Wilderness has awarded him an iron body and vitality." After a long recovery, the last plaster cast, the last bandage, is removed from White Fang, and he staggers out onto the sunny lawn. Puppies crawl to the dog, him and Collie, and he, lying in the sun, slowly sinks into a doze.

A dark spruce forest stood frowning on either side of the ice-bound river. A recent wind blew the white frost from the trees, and they, black, ominous, leaned towards each other in the approaching twilight. A deep silence reigned around. This whole land, devoid of signs of life with its movement, was so desolate and cold that the spirit hovering over it could not even be called the spirit of sorrow. Laughter, but laughter more terrible than sorrow, was heard here - joyless laughter, like the smile of a sphinx, laughter, chilling with its soullessness, like a cold. This eternal wisdom - imperious, ascended over the world - laughed, seeing the futility of life, the futility of struggle. It was the wilderness - wild, frozen to the very heart of the Northern Wilderness.

Yet something alive moved within her and challenged her. A team of sled dogs was making their way along the frozen river. Their tousled fur froze in the cold, their breath froze in the air and crystals settled on their skin. The dogs were in leather harnesses, and leather straps went from her to the sled dragging behind. A sled without runners, made of thick birch bark, lay on the snow with its entire surface. Their front was bent upward, like a scroll, in order to accommodate the soft snow waves that rose to meet them. On the sleigh stood a tightly lashed, narrow, oblong box. There were other things too: clothes, an ax, a coffee pot, a frying pan; but above all, the narrow, oblong box that occupied most of the sleigh was striking.

Ahead of the dogs, a man walked with difficulty on wide skis. The second followed the sleigh. On the sleigh, in a box, lay the third, for whom the earthly labors were finished, for the Northern Wilderness overcame, broke him, so that he could no longer move or fight. The northern wilderness does not like movement. She takes up arms against life, for life is movement, and the Northern Wilderness seeks to stop everything that moves. She freezes the water to delay her run to the sea; she sucks the juices from the tree, and his mighty heart is numb from the cold; but with particular fury and cruelty, the Northern Wilderness breaks the stubbornness of man, because man is the most rebellious creature in the world, because man always rebelles against her will, according to which all movement must eventually stop.

And yet, in front and behind the sled were two fearless and rebellious people, who had not yet given up their lives. Their clothes were made of fur and soft tanned leather. Their eyelashes, cheeks, and lips were so icy with their breath freezing in the air that their face was not visible under the ice crust. This gave them the appearance of some kind of ghostly masks, gravediggers from the other world, burying a ghost. But these were not ghostly masks, but people who penetrated the land of sorrow, ridicule and silence, daredevils who put all their pitiful forces into a daring plan and thought to compete with the power of a world as distant, deserted and alien to them as the vast space of space ...

They walked in silence, saving their breath for walking. An almost palpable silence surrounded them on all sides. It pressed on the mind, as water at great depths presses on the body of a diver. It oppressed by the boundlessness and immutability of its law. It got to the innermost recesses of their consciousness, squeezing out of it, like juice from grapes, everything feigned, false, any tendency to too high self-esteem inherent in the human soul, and inspired them with the idea that they were just insignificant, mortal creatures, specks of dust, midges that make their way at random, not noticing the play of the blind forces of nature.

An hour passed, another. The pale light of the short, dull day began to fade as a faint, distant howl echoed through the silence. He swiftly soared upward, reached a high note, lingered on it, trembling, but not losing strength, and then gradually froze. It could be mistaken for the groaning of someone's lost soul, if it were not for the gloomy rage and bitterness of hunger.

The man in front turned around, caught the eye of the one walking behind the sled, and they nodded to each other. And again a howl pierced the silence like a needle. They listened, trying to determine the direction of the sound. It came from those snowy expanses that they had just passed.

Soon a return howl was heard, also from somewhere behind, but a little to the left.

They're after us, Bill, ”said the one in front. His voice sounded hoarse and unnatural, and he spoke with obvious difficulty.

They have little production, - answered his comrade. - For how many days I have not seen a single rabbit track.

The travelers fell silent, listening intently to the howl that was heard every minute behind them.

As soon as darkness fell, they turned the dogs to the fir trees on the river bank and stopped for a halt. The coffin, removed from the sleigh, served as both a table and a bench for them. Huddled on the other side of the fire, the dogs growled and gnawed, but did not show the slightest desire to escape into the darkness.

They're getting too close to the fire, ”Bill said.

Henry, who had squatted in front of the fire to set a pot of ice on the fire, nodded silently. He spoke only after he sat down on the coffin and began to eat.

They take care of their skin. They know that here they will be fed, and there they themselves will go to someone to feed. You can't fool dogs.

Bill shook his head.

Who knows! The comrade looked at him curiously.

This is the first time I hear you question their mind.

Henry, ”Bill said, chewing the beans slowly,“ did you notice the dogs squabbling as I fed them?

Indeed, there was more fuss than usual, ”Henry confirmed.

How many dogs do we have. Henry?

So… ”Bill paused to give more weight to his words. - I also say that we have six dogs. I took six fish from the bag, gave each dog a fish. And one was not enough. Henry.

Means, miscalculated.

We have six dogs, ”Bill repeated blankly. - I took six fish. The one-eared fish was not enough. I had to take another fish from the bag.

We have only six dogs, ”Henry stood his ground.

Henry, ”Bill continued,“ I'm not saying they were all dogs, but seven got the fish.

Henry stopped chewing, looked over the fire at the dogs, and counted them.

It's only six now, ”he said.

The seventh escaped, I saw, ”Bill said with calm persistence. - There were seven of them.

Henry looked at him with compassion and said:

I wish we could get to the place as soon as possible.

How is this to be understood?

And so that from this load that we are carrying, you yourself have become not yourself, so you see God knows what.

I've been thinking about that, ”Bill replied seriously. - As soon as she ran, I immediately looked at the snow and saw footprints; then he counted the dogs - there were six of them. And the footprints - here they are. Do you want to take a look? Let's go - I'll show you.

Henry didn’t say anything and continued to chew in silence. After eating the beans, he washed them down with hot coffee, wiped his mouth with his hand and said:

So, in your opinion, this is ...

A drawn-out, melancholy howl did not allow him to finish.

He listened in silence, and then finished the sentence he had begun by pointing his finger back into the darkness:

-… is this a guest from there?

Bill nodded.

No matter how you turn, you can't think of anything else. You yourself heard the bickering the dogs raised.

A lingering howl was heard more and more often, from a distance, answering howls were heard, - the silence turned into a living hell. Howls came from all sides, and the dogs in fear huddled together so close to the fire that the fire almost scorched their fur.

Bill threw some brushwood on the fire and lit his pipe.

I see you’re completely mocked, ”Henry said.

Henry ... - Bill thoughtfully sucked on the pipe. - I keep thinking. Henry: he is much happier than you and me. And Bill tapped his finger on the coffin on which they were sitting. - When we die. Henry, it’s good if there’s at least a bunch of stones lying over our bodies so that they don’t get devoured by the dogs.