This poppy came to me from my first wife in the sharing of jointly acquired property, although it was not, since it appeared in her house long before me.
Take it! She said. You have two pairs of boots.
So in our house appeared a beautiful Jaco with the cat name Marquis, which was immediately renamed by my mother to Kesha.
All Kesha was good, and only one shortcoming did not give us peace. Kesha did not say. All our efforts to pull out the poppy even a word suffered a fiasco. Kesha was silent as a partisan during the interrogation.
My grandfather did not approve of these attempts.
Get away from the pope! He cried out. You have no one to talk to anymore?
Probably on this ground he and his grandfather came together. Grandfather poppy arranged as an attentive and silent interlocutor, and the poppy loved, bowing his head, to listen to his grandfather when he crafted something, or sat down in the evening at the foot.
Eventually, we decided to show Kesha to a neighbor who held two whispering wave-shaped puppets and was heard by a specialist in the training of birds in Russian.
It is worth saying that Kesha made an indelible impression on the neighbor. She was entirely delighted with him! I walked around him in circles for a long time, splashed my hands to say something, and then decided to chew something.
She stretched out her hand and touched the finger of the peacefully sleeping poppy’s head. Anxiously Kesha opened one eye, unhappyly stumbled at the unknown lady, and suddenly said clearly and clearly:
Get away from the pope!
The neighbor lost consciousness, and Kesha has since broken. It turned out to be like the anecdote about a silent boy who said one day at lunch, “Soup salted!“Why have you been silent for ten years?” He said, “Before that, everything was fine.”
So is Kesha. He was silent, and suddenly he spoke. The trouble was that he spoke with his voice, with his intonations, and most importantly with his grandfather’s vocabulary.
Grandfather, a very strong old man, was a war driver, returned without a leg, and worked as a carpenter all his life. The word never slipped into the pocket, and the vocabulary had a very characteristic for a person of such a mindset and lifestyle.
Why the puppy chose his grandfather as an object for imitation remains a mystery, but the fact remains a fact - Kesha matured precisely as a carpenter, virtuously and floating.
The neighbor was shocked, but it didn’t get out of it. She decided to take over the chief. Teach them good manners and proper Russian language. On her own initiative, she came almost every day and held classes with him on some specially mastered import methodology.
Grandfather was very angry, but he tried to hold himself in his hands. Only after the neighbor's departure something unhappy knocked under his nose. It is not hard to guess what exactly.
In the end, seeing that all her efforts do not give any results, the neighbor, to the joy of her grandfather, abandoned her classes.
And somewhere a couple of months later, when we all the family was drinking tea in the evening, she looked at the lighthouse to take care of Keshin's health. Kesha, who was sitting with us in the kitchen, when he saw the neighbor came across, and suddenly said:
Take care of the pope! Kesha is a dear bird!
It was a phrase that the neighbor had unsuccessfully tried to teach Kesha for several months. And even the fact that the poppy said this phrase with the intonations of his grandfather, could not obscure the joy of the teacher. She even seemed to have tears from deafening.
And the puppy stumbled upon the neighbor who had blown out of his success, and added with the same voice of the grandfather:
Better a cat to learn to speak, foolish.