The little cat waited for the evening without going anywhere and blinking an eye. In the end, the soldiers and victims were exhausted, the guns were so hot that they refused to spit out shells, the tanks were smoking engines, even Kalashnikov's rifles asked for mercy. Sniper rifles were clicked on elsewhere, but everything else said, "Enough! The generals had to obey. The angels and rails finished their work and threw themselves into the stratospheric hill to their camps," and again the hopeless night collapsed on the unfortunate city. The spirits fell on the remaining trees and roofs. People had fallen off their feet even earlier: now there were only unburned armored personnel carriers everywhere.
The fluffy kitty found Muri on the window sill and was the first to cast her voice. Turned around, Muri jumped towards it. They walked on the boards for a long time, sniffed and rubbed their heads.
The cat trembling from sweetness knew: the striped handsome man will not go anywhere. After the new children were conceived, the female calmed down and covered her wise eyes and had a conversation:
- You will not leave me now, you stripper. And really, why run away? While the summer, we will live nicely on the streets here. There are plenty of rats and mice here. You can believe me: after what happened, they will only get divorced - people left the grain and cellars full of snow! So many people are lying in the streets now: dogs are full of it in the morning and evening. All the slaughtering adds up!...
Muri answered:
- Don't you know what your plaid near the chair means to me? What does it mean to me to go down to my garden in the morning and then go back to my milk?
- I know," answered the cat sadly, feeling his impetuous, greedy and unstoppable determination.
- So why are you telling him? What do I care about dogs and rats?
And Mary went into the night.
Everywhere there were two-legged dead people lying around. Dogs, these pathetic, unattractive corps-eaters, true hyenas of the local battle, were tearing mankind apart, swallowing it in a hurry. Dogs were afraid of every night squeak, their teeth were pounding with fear, their mouths were drooling - they were afraid even of cat's silent legs and hiding in the quiet corners, when there was the slightest rustle. The cowardly marauders were finally frightened by the engine malfunctioning. On the street, along which the contemptuous cat was in a hurry, an old truck appeared. The sides of the "Ford" were tilted back, in the body lay bleeding human remains: torso, arms, legs and heads. The driver was engaged in the simplest work - when the headlights were searching for another body, he got out and, helping himself with hooks, dragged the remains to the body, and then easily thrown. The truck came very close to Moore, the cat saw that this unknown driver was a real Hercules. The giant was twisting his mustache and singing in Serbian:
I finished my business in Mansara,
Then he went to Sarajevo.
A lot of work will be done here,
Which means there's a ringing coin.
When they pay,
What's stopping you from going to Austria?
Yes, yes, through the snowy mountains,
And there's the road again.
- That's a nice song! - ...cried out to Moore approvingly, seeing off the eyes of this Haron.
Then he asked the caught spirits if there were any untouched neighborhoods left in Sarajevo, and heard that there were houses on the southern outskirts, where the local Jews lived a lot. He immediately headed for the Jewish Quarter. And the truth is that at a sufficient distance from the center of the city there were mansions that were not touched by the war.
- There is no point in catching fish here! - The spirit above the cat was tiny and sobering. - Tomorrow and here everything will be defeated. So, if you're going to save yourself on the outskirts, it's a deadly case.
Indeed, despite the imaginary peace of mind, on the steps of the porch of the safe houses were already sitting housewives. They were shaking, whining and complaining bitterly about their fate. It was clear that they used to live here sweetly and freely. Local cottages were in two or even three floors, with attics and garages. The cat sniffed, took a closer look - and went to the cabin more modestly. On the porch of the house was grieving about the old life of the dilapidated house.
- You got to a good man," he sobbed, distracting himself from his own crying. - If you want to find food and shelter, hurry up. This morning, the master is leaving me with the good things I have learned.