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.

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.

Cat story (16)

- 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.

Cat story (13)

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.

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.

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 (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.