My cat

I have a cat. His name is Krishna. I bought him from an old woman. The old woman was a witch. She had taught him to speak. I learned about this by chance. I was learning English when my cat began to speak:
- You have been learning English for many years. Why do you torment yourself?
I am surprised.
- Can you speak?
- Yes, I can.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I told you, but you didn't hear me.

My town

Hello, my name is Olga.
I am a painter.
I live in a town where big black bears walk through the streets.
Ugly witches on broomsticks fly above the town at night.
A big goblin lives in the heart of the park.
He is very stinky.
His smell scare away white unicorns which I love very much.
I have a good time in our town.
Welcome to our town!

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My cat Krishna said me to evening:

- My girlfriend asked me to a party.

- Oh!

- But I have a problem.

- ???

- She lives in the USA.

- So what?

- I fear to go to the USA.

- Why?

- I am a red. They regard the red cats as terrorists and separatists. They think only the black cats and some white cats have the right to exist. I'll put into Guantanamo Bay detention camp as a terrorist. I am too young to die.

Dream

I had a dream. I was as an onlooker at a strange and even a wild show. I saw a boundless barren desert. It seemed the sun was in perpetual noon. Time had stopped. The great number people stood pending The End of The World. All people knew about The End of The World and were calm.
Two men stood at some distance and talked in low voices. The first man was a philosopher. The second man was a wanderer. 
- let's move off. I feel uncomfortable here, - the philosopher said.
- Ok, - agreed the wanderer. 
They moved away some distance from the crowd.
- It's interesting, is God real personage or not? - the wanderer asked.
- I don't know. We'll have possibility to see it, - the philosopher replied. - In any case God will become our reality soon. I all my life pondered over nature of things. I studied the life in all its manifestations but was unable to know God.
- I roamed about the world but didn't find God, - the wanderer agreed.
They talked about different topics a long time. The sun was ringing in their ears by hot voice: "God, God, God," - blood pounded in their heads.
- I think it is time to go, - the philosopher said.
- I agree, - the wanderer replied.
They have returned to the place which they left some times ago. They were shocked by what they saw. People in the white clothes were going along the road. These were the same people who had stood here not long ago. But now they looked different. Their clothes were dazzlingly white. Their faces were joyful. On the right side and the left side of the procession the Angels were going with light. All were going to Paradise.
- We are late, - said the philosopher. - What should we do?
- You will live to see another The End of The World, - Angel said.

White

It's white snow,
It's white light,
It's the White Face.
This is Light of Fire,
Light of my soul.
This is God's Light.
I am standing,
You are standing,
We are standing:
Someone with Fire,
Someone with a sword.
He sees everything
And nothing is hidden from His sight.

New day

There are many snow  in the field.
It's white, too white.
My horse trots across the field
And her shadow vanishes in light.
The clatter sounds in infinity space.
The bells prophesies to me.
New day brings the God's grace
And peace descends on me.

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- The mice want my death. They want to poison me. They want war and they will get it! - my cat said.
- Why do you think that they want your death?
- I know, - my cat had a pig-headed look.
- Do you have proof?
- No, but I am sure they are at fault.
- Why?
- Because they are the mice. All mice want a cat's death. The greater the threat, the greater is the risk of inaction – and the more compelling the case for taking anticipatory action to defend ourselves, even if uncertainty remains as to the time and place of the enemy’s attack.
- Are you sure the mice will be love you after your strike? - I felt sorry for him.
- I need not love. Let they fear me to I could have a long life, - the cat smiled.

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This morning my cat said me:
- I had a dream last night. I dreamed of an excrement. They say it is very good dream. It's means I'll become the very rich cat.
- It was probably very smelly dream, - I said with a grin.
- Being no fool, it was the smell of my dream! - he said with pleasure.

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- We cats are the animals elite, and it is mean I am over you, - my cat said.
- Why should this be so? - I asked him.
- Because you are a human, and your human kind was descended from an ape, - he said with contempt. - And... the apes are so imperfect animals, they are not that we.

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Today my cat brought a sack of popcorn and said me:
- Don't touch me! I am very busy today!
- What are you so busy? - I asked.
- I signed up for the independent observers team. I am going to observe the elections by TV all day, - the cat said me with contented look.

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."

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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.
 

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- 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.