I walk behind an old lady. The path is narrow; the old man barely shakes his legs, he helps himself with a claw: then the grass will smell from the way, then he will knock on the sewer, whether it is reliable. I see a cat lying on the fence. It is uncomfortable for him: the fence is narrow, and the kitten has an abundant bubble - then on one side of the fence will hang, then on the other. Grandma also noticed the cat, coughed and said, “Here you lie, because you lie uncomfortable. You will fall, the side will be filled". The cat does not lead the ear and fights with the mouth. The grandmother stumbled to the fence and with all the old lady's strength began to crack on him, saying, "You will fall, you will hit the side." The small fence was shaken. The cat, losing balance, with the deaf "miu" fell into the grass. The grandmother coughed, squeezed in her shirt and delivered a verdict: “She said you’re going to fall, but you didn’t listen.”