I'm a black kitten I walk through my legs on a white and quiet thirtieth Friday. And he raises me from the ground and promises just today to be bright. It wraps me in the most fluffy blanket from several dreams, embroidered with smiles, which are actually the beginning of spectacle for happiness. Raised above every superstition my wet paws lie on Friday. Smaragdovo shines my eyes. Snowflake trying to bite me.