The Nursery: VII. Sailor the Cat

Ay, ay, ay, ay, mama, milaya mama!

Pobezhala ya za zontikom, mama, ochen´ ved´ zharko,

Sharila v komode i v stole iskala:

Net, kak narochno!

Ya vtoropyakh k oknu podbezhala,

Mozhet bït´ zontik tam pozabïla …

Vdrug, vizhu, na okne-to, kot nash Matros

Zabravshis´ na kletku, skrebyot!

Snigir´ drozhit, zabilsya v ugol, pishchit.

Zlo menya vzyalo!

E, brat, do ptichek tï lakom.

Net. Postoy, popalsya, vish´tï, kot!

Kak ni v chyom ne bïvalo stoyu ya,

Smotryu v storonku, tol´ko glazom odnim pomechalo:

Stranno chto-to!

Kot spokoyno v glaza mne smotrit,

A sam uzh lapu v kletku zanosit;

Tol´ko chto dumal skhvatit´ snigirya,

A ya yego khlop!

Mama, kakaya tvyordaya klyotka!

Pal´tsam tak bol´no, mama, mama!

Vot v samïkh konchikakh, vot tut,

Tak noyet, noyet tak …

Net, kakov kot-to, mama … a?