He walked along the street and cried softly. Shabby, one-eared, and with a painful paw. Dangling tail, unhappy eyes, And in them a tear trembles in a pearl. No one around him did not notice, And if he noticed, he grumbled, And he could also swing with a stick. He ran away when he could dodge. He thought sadly: I'm such a freak. Well, who will take this life to himself. " So he walked along the edge of the road. And suddenly I saw my feet in front of me. Huge such two legs, Shod in big boots. In mortal fear, he closed his eyes, And the man bent down and said: "Handsome, what! And the ear! Sight! Come with me? I'll be very happy. I do not promise a princess and a palace, I treat you with milk and a sausage. " He bent down and held out his hand to him. He first held a cat in his palms. I looked at the sky, I thought it drizzled. And this cat in his hands wept with happiness ...