In a snowy park, under a white bush,

An angel conversed with a homeless cat.

The winged messenger, invisible to others,

Communicated with the stray as if he were a family member.

And he spoke frankly,

How hard it is to often encounter emptiness!

How rarely one encounters goodness…

It’s so easy to become wild in a single day.

The angel nodded sympathetically to the wanderer,

Now stroking the cat, now ruffling his ears.

He tried to console him, wanted to cheer him up,

So the cat would stop moping in despair.

But now it was time to say goodbye.

And the angel soared swiftly toward the sun.

Before this, the cat asked excitedly:

“Won’t I go on this flight with you?”

Won’t you take me to another world,

Where instead of winter there’s only summer and spring?

After all, I won’t take up much space there!

After all, there I’ll forget the darkness of the slums…”

But the messenger, sparkling, answered the cat,

That he would soon find kindness here,

That he would soon find a friend here on earth

And would live at home, and the sky would wait.

When the winged messenger disappeared,

The Homeless Man glanced briefly into the distant sky

And disappeared, revived, into the embrace of the day:

“Perhaps he won’t deceive me? After all, kin is kin.”