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.