The dumb brutes

They are nice and sweet.
They are funny and silly.
They are good friends and pitiless killers.
We love them and we hate them.
They are always near.
They observe attentively for us.
They have clever eyes.
They can listen intently to us,
But they always have their opinion.
They are the dumb brutes, but we can hear them always.
Because they are our domestic animal.
We love them:
The dogs and the cats, the spiders and the snakes.
Because all of them are our pets.

Who am I?

Sometimes I am a warrior, sometimes I am a monk.
Sometimes I am a mustang, sometimes I am a cronk.
Sometimes I love all world, sometimes I hate him.
I am not a saint and not a sinner, I think.
I just an artist, who want to understand this life
And may be some day to see the Light.

All is vanity!

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher and he was right.
We live don't able to see the sky and we call that, our life. Why?
We have sex and we call that, our love. Why?
We have a big house, a big car, a pretty wife, but
We are not happy. Why?
Becouse without God, our life is just vanity of vanities.

Night poem

Night. There are only stars around.
I am alone and I have peace,
And nothing breaks it in my soul.
I am alone, but I feel I am a part of universe.
Everything that I know is part of the world experience.
And all wisdom of the ages belongs to me
In this night.

Cat story (12)

Today my cat came home drunk as a cobbler.
I looked at him and thought:"How lucky he is! Nobody will say he is a beast."

Cat story (11)

The day was declining waning. I was working on the computer when my cat entered the hall.
- Hi, - he said. - How are you?
- Fine, and you? - I looked at him.
- I am not fine, - he said sadly. - I have ate a mouse. It seems that she stirs into my stomach.
- Set her free, - I said.

Music

Music is flight of soul
Which has no the end.
Up to the heavens, my spirit soared.

A lone star

A lone star is flying in the heaven,
And her way leads nowhere.
She is just flying.
She does not hurry anywhere
Because she has no the final station.
She is just flying
And she is happy.

The crazy dog

Hi,
My name is Flop.  I am a dog. I am the very handsome dog. So what I am too fat and I have short legs. But I have a rather pretty face.
I live in a big house. There are a man, a woman and a boy in my home. They live here too. The woman feeds me, the boy plays with me and the man does money. I don't know what it is a strange word "money". But everybody says: "Money!" as if money is a god and all must worship him. I need not money, because I have a breakfast, a lunch and a dinner every day.
I do what I want. I can bark, jump, run, gnaw a slipper and sleep on the boy's bed.
Because I am the boss in this house!

Usually I go to walk with the boy. I lead him through my favourite places. Especially I like the refuse bins near a next house. There are many nice things here. I can find an old ball, a head of herring (I love it) and sometimes I can find a small bone over there. It's a nice place. After that I lead him to the park. My girlfriend comes to the park too. She is a white poodle. Her name is Vanessa.  We are playing tag till one drops. We are ready to drop but we are happy. Usually the boy is talking with the girl (Vanessa's friend) while we play. The boy likes the girl. I see it. But the girl doesn't reciprocate. She likes her dog and she likes to watch our play.
After that I come home. I go to the kitchen to drink water because I am hot. I walked very well and go to rest. Tomorrow I am going to walk again.
 

Cat story (10)

- Fucking life! - the cat said looking out the window with lacklustre eyes.
- Why do you swear like a trooper? - I said with displeasure. - We are not in a stable.
- I have said the truth for the first time in my life and you dissatisfied again, - the cat said resentfully.

Rain

Rain, rain, rain...
It's crazy day again.
I know I'll play
Again...
But what?
Football or volleyball?
Oh, no!
My life is crazy play,
The Russian roulette.

The fly

An impudent fly made circle over my head.
"Get up!" the fly said.  "the sun is high already."
"Be off! I want to sleep," I said with irritation and turned to the left side.
The fly did not want to leave me along.
"Get up, ne'er-do-well!" she buzzed. "It's time for new achievement!"
"It's Sunday today. I am very tired and I want to sleep and you disturb me. "I shouted. "If I get up, you will be dead."
"Ok! Only get up!" the fly said.
I slowly opened my eyes. Indeed the sun was shining its brightest and golden light was filling the room. It was very beautiful. My dream has vanished. I was looking at this beauty and thinking about the fly who waked me up this morning.
"Thank you," I said. "If you did not wake me up, I would not seen this beauty."
"I know," she said. "That's why I tormented you."

Cat story (9)

- I am going to immigrate from Russia, - my cat said one day.
- Are you unhappy here? - I asked him.
- Yes of course. All rats have deserted from this country already and I have no one to hunt, - he said with irritation.

The House Slippers

The House Slippers were lying in the corner of the room and thinking about one's life. "What difficult life we have!" thought they. "When we were the span-new, the master loved us and took care of us. Now we are old and the bad-looking house slippers. The son our master uses us as a ball, the dog of our master gnaws us, even the cat our master scoffs at us," The House Slippers thought sighing quietly in their corner. "Let's go away and find the new master, who will be nice to us!"
The House Slippers were the twin brothers. The right slipper's name was Right Slipper and the left slipper's name was Left Slipper. The House Slippers were the old but still not-a-bad-looking House Slippers. Once upon a time they were a blue with a yellow edging but time made them a gray. The House Slippers were soft and good. They always endeavored to please the master. They took care of his feet, warmed and given them comfort. They were good House Slippers. But now the master does not need them. The Left Slipper was more shabby than the Right One, because their master was lame in his left leg. But The Left Slipper was more quiet and reasonable that his Right brother. He was a philosopher, if I may say it. The Right Slipper was a humourist. He never lose heart. When master's dog was playing with him, he was smiling cheerfully, though the dog was causing him pain.
The House Slippers left the house where they have lived long life. The house there was in downtown the City. Everywhere bustled about people and cars moved to and fro. The street was full of noise and the traffic. "The city is a big and dangerous. What road do we choose to don't to come to grief?" asked The Left Slipper. "I don't know. Let's go along this street. May be we will lucky," replied The Right Slipper. They went around the city and mourned over one's fate. The Old Shoemaker was coming. He was a good man and an expert at one's job. He had kind eyes a friendly smile on his face. "Where are you going?" The Old Shoemaker asked them. "We are looking for new master because our former owner no longer needs us," The House Slippers said. "People don't value old things. Unfortunately, they have got a short memory," The Old Shoemaker said with a deep sigh. "Welcome to my home! I'll repair you and give you new life! You will more beautiful than you are now."
The Old Shoemaker brought them to his house. It was a small house on the outskirts of the city. There was a small garden around home. It was an old garden, as old as its master. The Old Shoemaker loved his home, an old garden, the birds who sang him the songs and people who loved to visit him. He was realy good man. The House Slippers were happy. They have found new master and new home at last!
Do you think that the old things can not speak? This is not! Things, animals, trees, flowers talk to each other and even write poetry. The old things can tell you many interesting and instructive stories. You should only be able to hear them.

Cat story (8)

- Look at this. I wrote a poem, - my cat said one morning.

I love little pussy,
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don’t hurt her,
She’ll do me no harm.
So I‘ll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But pussy and I
Very gently will play:
She shall sit by my side,
And I’ll give her some food;
And pussy will love me
Because I am good.

- Hem! It seems that I read it in the English-child-book. It's a plagiarism. Isn't it? - I commented.
- So what? The English children won't know about it, - he lighted his pipe and chuckled away in silence. - Because in Russian this poem is entitled "A Cat Love Story".

Cat story (7)

It was Sunday. All evening we were playing poker.
- I have won, - said my cat.
- No! You have cheated at cards! - I objected to him. - You are a cardsharper!
- In my opinion, just you are bad at poker, - he said with an I-don't-care look.
- Insolent fellow! How dare you? I'll show you who is boss here! - I barked at him.
- Ok, but at first pay me $5, - he said in a low voice.

The first day in the new school

"Fucking day, fucking school," I thought. "Why I must waste time on studies when there are much wonderful things around." I opened the door half-heartedly. In school was quiet.
"I think I am late," I thought. "Ok, I have time to look about." I went straight on the corridor to light which loomed in front. It was a big window, or rather the big stained-glass window. It was the copy of  "The School of Athens" by Raphael. The stained-glass window was not great but it was a clever piece of work. I stood before the picture for a long time. I thought my life about. I thought if I lived in that time, I could study in this school. "I could be make music and become a great musician," I sighed.
Someone touched for my shoulder. I started.
"Well," the voice asked me. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, sir..," I said fearing turn back. "It's very beautiful  picture."
"We made this stained-glass window because we liked the idea of The School of Athens: “Seek Knowledge of Causes”.  It new principle of education and we would like take it as a basis."
I made an about-face. The tall handsome man has stood in front of me.
"What are you name?" he asked. 
"Hunter, sir..," I replied. "I know, I was be late. I ..."
"Don't worry, you will have time to grind away at one's books yet," he said with smile. "But you was able to solve some questions for himself, I am sure."
"Yes, sir," I was grateful for his understanding. A bell rang.
"I hope you are not be late to the second lesson," he said going away.
"Thank you Sir," I said blushing.
"It a wonderful school! The school of my dream!" I thought. It was a wonderful day.

Horror

Horror devouring of the hearts of people was flying over the Earth and was looking for a pure heart to appease his blood hunger. He knew people were defenseless against his attack. Horror had fettered their minds, bodies and souls and people petrified before him. No one had salvation.
Horror was hungry. The Earth was empty. The last fighting man was murdered in the fratricidal war some days ago. The terrible disease struck humanity. Faith, Hope, Love left people. A brother was killing a brother and blood was flowing plentifully at that time. It was madness. Just at that precise moment Horror was born. He knew when he had to be born. His father was War and his mother was Death. The depths of despair took up one's residence on the Earth.
Horror was flying slowly looking out for any one. When suddenly he saw a little boy on the seashore.
"Oh, I'll appease my hunger," Horror said with a venomous grin. "This boy looks small and defenceless. I can pull out his heart easily."
Horror came nearer to the boy. The boy drew on a sand with a small stick. "What are you doing?" Horror asked.
"I draw the dove of peace," the boy replied.
"Why are not you afraid of me? Do you know who I am?" Horror was surprised. "I can devour you."
"I am not afraid you because I don't know what horror is," the boy smiled.
Horror threw down his arms. He understood the boy was not afraid because his heart was full with love and goodness and there was no place for horror. And if the boy was not afraid him Horror was not able to do harm to the boy. Horror decided to leave this planet. "There are many planets in the Universe where I'll able to have many cut-throat hearts," he thought. "People will always find cause to hate one another..."

Cat story (6)

I have a cat. His name is Krishna. He hates a bath.
- Krishna, you must bath, - I said to him one morning. - A year has passed since your last bath.
- What an idea! - he exclaimed. - I am too young to die!
- If you don't take a bath, I won't let to sleep on my bed, - I said with imperious tone.
- It's better to be the Dirty and the Lonely than the Clean and the Dead, - he said with a deep sigh.

Cat story (5)

I was shopping all day. Returning home, I said my cat:
- Krishna, I bought you some milk. The milk is very fresh.
- The milk that you bought has the bad colour, - he said me.
- ???
- It is not white enough.
- Your dissatisfaction is source of my headache! - I exploded with anger.
- Woman, - he said in a slighting tone.
- Fucking cat, - I thought to oneself.

Light

I can see the Light.
Its color is white.
The point of life
Is in finding of mind.

My mind is at rest.
It state is the best.
I am not in the quest
Of meaning of existence.

I keep my way.
I work day to day.
It Light is the key
To a door of Easter Sunday.

Cat story (4)

- You are different, - my cat said me today. - You have only two legs, you are too tall and clumsy. You have no canines and claws. You are a being defective. Look at me. I am a very handsome cat. I have a beautiful healthy hair, four legs, canines and claws. I can purr and catch mice. I can... I am...
- Shoo! - I bellowed.
- We speak different languages, - he said offended tone.
- To each his own, - I smiled.

Cat story (3)

I was busy all day and came home late. The house was unusual quiet. It was strange. I went into the room. Everything was upside down here. I was shocked. My stay-at-home cat sat with an I-don't-care look and read a book.
- What are you doing? - I shouted.
- I am learning English. - he said with perfect calm.

Cat story (2)

It was the wonderful evening. The sun was setting. The cat was sitting near the window and reading.
- Do you know that cats are the best gourmets in the world? - he asked me. 
- I don't know, - I objected him. - Is it the truth?  
- Yes, especially we have an eye for drinks - he smiled.
- Would you like to have something to drink? - I asked him. - Some wine or some beer?
- Some milk, please.
It's nothing could be said against that.

Cat story

I have a cat. His name is Krishna. He walked to me 7 years ago in from the street and stayed here forever.
- It will be a rain, - he said me in the evening.
His sly blue-yellow eyes looked at me.
- How do you know? - I asked him.
- I know because I know, - he said, lighting a cigarette.
- Don't smoking! - I said.
- Who cares! - he snorted.
We sat in silence long time. The cat began to purr at last.
- You must perform cat's duties and don't make the weather forecasts, - I thought.
The day has passed. On the next morning I looked out the window. The sun was shining but the ground was wet. To all appearances it had been raining.