Character: Vladimir Arsenyev Klavdievich

In the evening I recorded my observations, and Dersu roasted on a spit Sabatino. During dinner I dropped a piece of meat into the fire. Seeing this, Dersu quickly pulled it from the fire and threw it to the side.
- Why throw meat into the fire? he asked me acidly. - How can it burn in vain! Our tomorrow left here the other people go eat. Into the fire throw the meat, its so damn.
Who else comes here? - I asked him in turn.
- Like who? - he was surprised. - Go raccoon, badger or crow; crow no mouse go, the mouse no ant - go. In the taiga many kinds of people there.
It became clear to me: Dersu cared not only about humans but also about animals, even such small as an ant. He loved the forest with its inhabitants and otherwise cared about her.