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.