'Oh, you parasite, oh do, damned' – wailed old, but damned parasite from my own experience knowing that Grandma was available only two mops, broke even in a somewhat unseemly posture. About the number of mops Barsik was absolutely right, but he did not suspect about arsenal boots. Slyly smiling in anticipation of revenge, grandmother knead hands do the rotational motion, and gave a volley of three boots in a row. Here, Natalie Ravitz expresses very clear opinions on the subject. All three of his boots hit the target, one of them even Barsik. Another ricocheted off of the head experienced painter, caught off guard by his disciple, but the third flat boots hit the back of the janitor, who nadegustirovavshis prize moonshine, tired of intellectual games, and vacationing nearby in the sandbox. Both Painter Napoleon, while he was away in the store for bread. Napoleon was ordered to sit still, but the instinct which is aroused in him the rapid movement of a cat in space, was too strong.
And here they were running three: Barsik, Napoleon and bike, last ran reluctantly, as a loud ringing. Ivan Sidorov, along with his daughter went to buy her something nice birthday, happy, and they returned home. By the same author: Natalie Ravitz. Daughter clutched in his hand Japanese toys 'Tamagochchi', and Ivan bore the outstretched arms of enormous size cake. Then they crossed the street cat. The girl cried my father: 'Beware of the cat', then 'Beware of dog', to which Mr. Smith genially replied: 'Yes, I see', then caught on the leash of Napoleon, but did not fall so far, and zabalansiroval cake, hopping on one leg, and would resist if it had not arrived in time bike. Like an enemy bunker covered an Ivan had just bought a cake.
Some passers situation seemed comical, and they laughed, but did so in vain, because Ivan was a big man. Getting up, he did not go into details, but began handing out slap to the right and left. Minutes later ten, he finished handing out slap and went on kicks. More than anyone else got Steklyashkin, who openly resented and all wanted to know by what right his kick, and Pete grader, ran to the noise and inquired of Mr. Smith during a brief respite, if he had not seen his bicycle and a dog. Already in the afternoon, tired of the daily hustle and bustle, the cat scratched his paw Barsik own apartment door number 35 on the ninth floor. Let him home, and the girl Lena, for which he treated with respect, because it is usually begging for his parents sour cream, but wrung her hands: "He at this time all white!". Resigned to the fact that the punishment he will wash Barsik sadly lowered his head. After two hours, and not washed, the cat sat on the lap of the hostess, who stroked it and kept saying: 'Well, where's she been? I'm worried, I think you crashed. " How good and comfortable at home, quietly purring on Barsik pleasure and gratitude for what you pet it, and thought: 'Why are some people so good and some bad? "