Lyrics Борис Житков - Беспризорная кошка

Part I
I lived on the beach and I was fishing. I had a boat, nets and various fishing rods. In front of the house stood a booth, and on the chain a huge dog. Shaggy, all in black spots, - Fretting. He erased the house. I fed him with fish. I worked with the boy, and there were no three miles around. The plowman was so used to talking with him, and he understood very simple things. You'll ask him: "Where is Volodya? Where is Volodya?" The wagging tail twists and turns the muzzle, where Volodya left. The air pulls the nose, and always true. Sometimes, you come from the sea with nothing, but the Frog waits for the fish. He will stretch out on the chain, screaming.
Turn around to him and say angrily:
"Our business is bad, Ryabka!" Here's how ... - He will sigh, lie down and put his head on his paws. He does not ask anymore, he understands.
When I went to the sea for a long time, I always scampered Ryabka on his back and tried to persuade him to wipe it off well. And now I want to move away from him, and he will stand on his hind legs, pull the chain and clasp me with his paws.
Yes, so tightly - not allowed. He does not want to stay alone for long: he is bored and hungry. It was a good dog!

Part II
But I did not have cats, and the mice were overwhelmed. Grids hang, so they will climb into the grids, tangled and peregryzut thread, naportyat. I found them in the grids - the other gets confused and gets caught. And at home, everything is stolen, which you can not put.
So I went to the city. I'll get, I think, a funny kitty, she'll catch me all the mice, and in the evening on her knees will sit and purr.
I came to the city. I went to all the households - not a single cat. Well, nowhere! I began to ask people:
- Does anyone have a kitty? I'll even pay money, give only.
And they began to get angry at me:
"Are they up to the cats now?" The war is going on, everywhere there is a famine, and then keep cats.
And one said:
- There is nothing to eat, not just what to feed it, parasite!
Here are those and on! Where did all the cats go? The cat is accustomed to live on the ready-made: got drunk, stole and in the evening on a warm stove stretched out. And suddenly such a misfortune! The furnaces are not melted, the owners themselves scratch the crust suck. And there's nothing to steal. And you can not find mice in a hungry house either.
Cats were moved in the city. So not a single cat got it.

Part III
Winter has come and the sea is frozen. It was impossible to fish. And I had a gun. So I loaded the gun and went along the beach. I'll shoot someone: on the shore in the holes lived wild rabbits.
Suddenly I look - in the place of the rabbit hole a large hole is excavated, as if running for a large beast. I rather go there. He sat down and looked into the hole. Dark. And when I looked closely, I see: there, in the depths, two eyes glow. What, I think, for a beast such a wound? I tore the twig - in the hole. And from there, how hissed!
I backed away. Foo you! Yes, it's a cat! So that's where the cats from the city moved! I began to call:
- Kitty Kitty! Kisonka! - And put his hand in the hole. And the little cassock roars like a beast, and such an animal, that I've pulled my arm away. Well, you, how wicked you are!
I went further and saw that many rabbit burrows had been excavated. These cats came from the city, excavated wider rabbit burrows, kicked out rabbits and began to live in a wild way.

Part IV
I began to think how to lure a cat to his house.
Once I met a cat on the beach. Large, gray, muzzle. She, as she saw me, jumped aside and sat down. He looks at me with evil eyes. All stumbled, frozen, only the tail shudders. Waiting for what I will do.
And I took a crust of bread out of my pocket and threw it to her. The cat looked, where the crust had fallen, and itself from a place. She stared at me again. I walked around and looked back: the cat jumped, grabbed the crust and ran to her house, in the hole.
So we often met, but the cat never allowed me to go near me. Once in the twilight, I took it for a rabbit and wanted to shoot already.

Part V
In the spring I began to fish, and near my house there was a smell of fish.
Suddenly I heard my barber bark. And it's funny how something barks: stupidly, on different voices, and screams. I went out and saw: on the spring grass, without hurrying, a large gray cat was walking towards my house. I recognized her immediately. She was not at all afraid of Ryabchik, she did not even look at him, but only chose where she could step dry. The cat saw me, sat down and began to look and lick. I rather ran into the house, took out a fish and left.
She grabbed the fish and jumped into the grass. I could see from the porch how she began to eat greedily. Yeah, I think, I have not eaten fish for a long time. And it became since then that the cat came to visit me. I all coaxed and persuaded her to come to live with me. And the cat was always wild and not close to her. Will eat the fish and run away. Like an animal.
Finally I managed to pat her, and the beast purred. The barking did not bark at her, but only stretched out on the chain, whimpered: he really wanted to get acquainted with the cat.
Now the cat spun around the house all day, but did not want to go to the house.
Once she did not go to sleep in her burrow, but stayed at night at Ryabchik's in the booth. The hazel groan was completely squeezed into a ball to give room.

Part VI
The hazel grouse was so bored that he was glad to be a cat. Once it was raining. I look out the window - there is a Furrow in a puddle near the booth, all wet, but it does not climb into the booth. I went out and shouted:
- Shy! In the box!
He got up, shook his tail awkwardly. He twists his face, tramples, and does not climb into the box.
I went over and looked into the box. Through weight