Цитаты из книги автора Jack London The Call of the Wild

wide-spread­ing lawns

Time was fly­ing

money passed be­tween them the strangers took one or more of the dogs away with them. Buck won­dered where they went, for they never came back

nights of tor­ment

into a sav­age growl

sounds of strug­gle

cold-tub­bing races

sun-kissed Santa Clara Val­ley

was brew­ing,

But Buck was nei­ther house-dog nor ken­nel-dog