Всяк бежит за своим светлячком
"Mournful is the evanescence of a young evening. After completing the daily journey and being scorched by the oppressive heat, the tired, swollen sun set behind the neighboring house, and life in the courtyard seems to have slowly begun to stir, come alive. Gradually, steadily, a picturesque ginger cat named Varsonofiy emerged from the garden, wearing white socks. In the heat, the cat lounged on the polished, almost sparkling, sides of a decaying apple tree, under the tight, dense shade, being fanned by occasional feeble gusts of wind. Already in the middle of the courtyard, just as the cat was stretching, almost touching the ground with his belly, a tiny scruffy chick flashed beneath him…"
Dusk painted golden streaks across the sky, as the languid evening unfolded its ephemeral beauty. The sun, exhausted from its daily journey, descended behind the neighboring abode, casting a melancholic glow over the surrounding landscape. Life awakened, inch by inch, in the once dormant courtyard. In a slow and deliberate manner, a picturesque ginger feline named Varsonofiy emerged from the fragrant garden, his paws adorned with delicate white socks. Seeking respite from the scorching heat, the cat reclined against the weathered trunk of an apple tree, partially obscured by its tightly woven foliage. A gentle breeze, carrying traces of a summer's lament, delicately caressed his fur. As the sun dipped even lower in the sky, casting a warm hue upon the scene, a small, bedraggled chick darted beneath Varsonofiy, its presence almost imperceptible against the fading light...
Dusk painted golden streaks across the sky, as the languid evening unfolded its ephemeral beauty. The sun, exhausted from its daily journey, descended behind the neighboring abode, casting a melancholic glow over the surrounding landscape. Life awakened, inch by inch, in the once dormant courtyard. In a slow and deliberate manner, a picturesque ginger feline named Varsonofiy emerged from the fragrant garden, his paws adorned with delicate white socks. Seeking respite from the scorching heat, the cat reclined against the weathered trunk of an apple tree, partially obscured by its tightly woven foliage. A gentle breeze, carrying traces of a summer's lament, delicately caressed his fur. As the sun dipped even lower in the sky, casting a warm hue upon the scene, a small, bedraggled chick darted beneath Varsonofiy, its presence almost imperceptible against the fading light...
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