Письмо

Odnazhdy veter nashël poteri͡annoe pisʹmo. Dozhdʹ smyl nadpisi na konverte, tak chto bylo neponi͡atno ni kto ego napisal, ni komu. No pisʹmo bylo prekrasnoe, v nëm govorilosʹ: "Ty ochenʹ khoroshiĭ". Tak chto veter podni͡al ego vysoko-vysoko i podul izo vsekh sil, chtoby pisʹmo samo nashlo adresata i kto-nibudʹ by emu poradovalsi͡a. No veter i predstavitʹ sebe ne mog, chto pisʹmo priletit k senʹoru Kotofei͡u - vechno ugri͡umomu kotu, kotoryĭ vsë vremi͡a sidit doma. Vsë vremi͡a? A vdrug slova smogut izmenitʹ ego zhiznʹ?

One day the wind found a lost letter. The rain washed away the inscriptions on the envelope, so it was unclear who wrote it, or to whom. But the letter was beautiful, it said: "You're very good." So the wind picked it up very high and blew with all its might so that the letter would find the addressee by itself and someone would be happy with it. But the wind could not even imagine that the letter would arrive to Senor Kotofey — an eternally sullen cat who stays at home all the time. All the time? What if words can change his life?