Cat and Angel. The kindest fairy tale
- Peace be with you, - said the Angel affectionately, sitting down next to the Cat on a thick branch and shaking off the snow from it.
- Hi, - the cat opened its green eye, looked at Angel lazily and turned away.
The angel hid his bare feet under his wings and looked down. Beneath them lay a white courtyard full of laughter, screeching, flying snowballs and squeaking footsteps.
“You climbed high,” said the Angel, assessing the distance to the ground.
- But even Sashkin's snowball won't fly here.
The angel nodded in understanding and picked up the lowered wings. They were silent.
- What are you, for my old lady came? - without turning his head, asked the Cat.
His voice was just as lazy, but the Angel immediately saw pain and anxiety thicken around him.
- No, I'm not for anyone.
- A! - The cloud of alarm has thinned. “She says every day that the Angel will take her away soon,” the Cat found it necessary to explain. - Apparently, another will arrive ...
Cat and Angel. The kindest fairy tale
They were silent again. But, apparently, Kota was still worried about the presence of the Angel, and he asked as indifferently as possible:
- Why are you here?
- Yes, I sat down to rest. I saved a kid in your city from him. Oh, and it's hard work! Now I'm flying home.
- So you, this ... and from the disease can you?
- It depends on what kind of disease. But I can do a lot. I am the keeper.
- So why are you sitting here ?! - the Cat suddenly roared. - Come on!
And he flew like a red whirlwind to the ground. The angel landed quietly nearby.
The old woman was so thin that the Angel did not immediately see her among the white pillows. The old woman's eyes were closed, and her chest was shaking, filling the whole room with wheezing, whistling and sobbing. The angel bent over her, put white wings on her chest and began to whisper something - gently and quietly. While he was standing like that, the Cat threw firewood into the stove, pushed the cooled kettle onto the stove and put a large mug of milk, sprinkling some herbs into it - preparing a drink for the hostess.
When the Angel straightened up, the old woman's breathing was even and quiet, her sunken cheeks turned pink.
“Let him sleep,” he said to Kot. - She was very weak.
The cat turned away and quickly wiped his eyes.
The old woman was asleep, and the Cat and the Angel drank tea, and the Cat kept pouring cream into his tea, and the Angel smiled looking at him.
“I’ll probably stay with you,” he said, stirring the honey. “Until Mikhailovna gets up.
- How do you know that she is Mikhailovna?
- I'm an Angel. I know that your name is Charlik.
- So, it seems we met, - the Cat grunted. - And how to dignify you?
- And we have no names. Just an Angel.
The cat silently pushed the cream over to him and sipped from the mug.
Walkers ticked over the table, firewood crackled in the stove, the wind intensified outside the window.
“You asked why I climbed high,” the Cat suddenly grinned. - It turns out he was waiting for you.
And he added thoughtfully, listening to the wind:
- You need to tie your socks. Why are you barefoot in the snow? ..
Lyudmila Sosnina
