Cидела у подъезда на скамейке, Помятая, в разбитых...

I sat at the entrance to the bench,
Crumpled, in broken shoes
Homeless old lady in quilted jacket
With a kitten stray in his arms.
Her son, like this kitten,
He drove out of the house: apparently healed!
The old woman must be tired
And to strangle - the hand did not rise ...
Her neighbors sometimes gave her bread,
And someone had a tear drop
Then, with a sigh, they were baptized, looking into the sky,
And they turned their eyes away.
Granny slept in a niche under the balcony
So as not to get the summer rains,
On an old little coat with a hood
Kitten warming on the chest.

* * *

- Son, can we get a kitten? -
I have long wanted a cat in the house, -
Mom once asked a child,
And he answered:
“And take grandma?”