Pseudopod 288: The White Dog

by Fyodor Sologub


Probably published before 1896, this story appeared in in English translation in 1915 and was published in WEIRD TALES magazine in 1926.

Fyodor Sologub was a Russian poet, novelist, translator, and playwright, a pessimist with a morbid sense of humour (characteristic elements of European fin de siècle literature and philosophy), and a significant figure of the Symbolist movement. Sologub became in Russia one of the four best-known writers in his time with Andreyev, Kuprin, and Gorky. His reputation as an “archetypal decadent” stemmed from his early prose works, which are characterized by the blending of reality and fantasies, quietly demonic spirit, world-weariness, and existential despair. “It’s life that’s the dream / I relinquish the old lies / And the torturing of time.” Sologub’s child characters are often haunted by abnormal psychic experiences and a longing for death. He died in Leningrad on December 5, 1927. He was said never to have been seen laughing during the whole of his life.



Your reader this week is Tanja Milojevic, is originally from Serbia but has been in the US since the age of 5. She has been voice acting since her senior year of high school and can be heard all over (including Darker Projects, Broken Sea Audio Productions, 19 Nocturne Boulevard, Edict Zero, Pendant and Dunesteef). She produces her own radio dramas and posts them to her podcast LightningBolt Theater of the mind (click the link – we dare you). She says “I’m visually impaired and have ROP and Glaucoma, but use gold wave which is very accessible with the jaws screen reader to mix and record my work.”



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“In a barely audible voice the old woman mumbled: ‘Yes, I am a crow. Only I have
no wings. But there are times when I caw, and I caw, and tell of woe. And I am given to forebodings, my dear; each time I have one I simply must caw. People are not particularly anxious to hear me. And when I see a doomed person I have such a strong desire to caw.'”