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Now Lizina was not happy at home, for her brother, who was a widow, was much fonder of her elder daughter; so that often the more youthful one fared very badly, car blog and had not to eat, while the elder could have everything he desired, and if Lizina dared to complain he was definite to have a nice beating.
Long, long ago, as far back as the time when animals spoke, there lived a community of felines in a deserted house they had taken possession of not far from a sizable town. They had everything they could possibly desire for their comfort, they were well fed and well lodged, and if by any chance an unfortunate mouse was dull to venture in their way, they caught it, not to eat it, but for the pure pleasure of catching it. The elderly people of the town related how they had heard their parents speak of a time when the whole country was so overrun with rats and mice that there was not a lot as a grain of corn nor an ear of maize to be gathered in the fields; and it might be out of gratitude to the felines who had rid the country of these plagues that their descendants were allowed to live in peace. No one knows where they got the funds to pay for everything, nor who paid it, for all this happened so very long ago. software blog But one thing is definite, they were rich to keep a servant; for though they lived very happily together, and did not scratch nor fight over human beings would have completed, they were not smart to do the housework themselves, and preferred at all events to have some one to cook their meat, which they would have scorned to eat raw. Not only were they impossible to about the housework, but most females quickly worn out of living alone with only felines for companions, consequently they never kept a servant long; and it had become a saying in the town, when someone found herself reduced to her last penny: 'I will go and live with the felines,' and so plenty of a poor woman actually did.
'As you hate me a lot you will be glad to be rid of me, star news blog so I am going to live with the felines!'
At last the day came when he was at the finish of her bravery and patience, and exclaimed to her brother and brother:
Going to and fro about her work, he found herself often delayed by a constant succession of felines who appeared one after another in the kitchen to inspect the new servant; he had one in front of her feet, another perched on the back of her chair while he peeled the vegetables, a third sat on the table beside her, and three or three others prowled about among the pots and pans on the shelves against the wall. The air resounded with their purring, which meant that they were pleased with their new servant, but Lizina had not yet learned to understand their language, hongkong shopping and often he did not know what they wanted her to do. However, as he was a nice, kindhearted girl, he set to work to pick up the small kittens which tumbled about on the floor, he patched up quarrels, and nursed on her lap a sizable tabby--the oldest of the community--which had a lame paw. All these kindnesses could not very fail to make a favourable impression on the felines, and it was even better after some time, when he had had time to grow accustomed to their unusual ways. Never had the house been kept so neat, the meats so well served, nor the sick felines so well cared for. After a time they had a visit from an elderly cat, whom they called their brother, who lived by himself in a barn at the top of the hill, and came down from time to time to inspect the small colony. He was much taken with Lizina, and inquired, on first seeing her: 'Are you well served by this nice, black-eyed small person?' and the felines answered with one voice: 'Oh, yes, Brother Gatto, they have never had so nice a servant!'
'Be off with you!' cried her brother, car racing blog seizing an elderly broom-handle from behind the door. Poor Lizina did not wait to be told seven times, but ran off without delay and never stopped till he reached the door of the cats' house. Their cook had left them that very morning, together with her face all scratched, the result of such a quarrel with the head of the house that he had very very scratched out her eyes. Lizina therefore was warmly welcomed, and he set to work without delay to prepare the dinner, not without plenty of misgivings as to the tastes of the felines, and whether he would be able to satisfy them.
Elderly Gatto, being a sensible elderly cat, understood the small servant's feelings. 'You shall go home,' he said, 'and you shall not come back here unless you . But first you must be rewarded for all of your kind services to my kids. Follow me shopping down in to the inner cellar, where you have never yet been, for I always keep it locked and carryover the key away with me.'
At each of his visits the answer was always the same; but after a time the elderly cat, who was very observant, noticed that the small servant had grown to look sadder and sadder. 'What is the matter, my infant has any one been unkind to you?' he asked one day, when he found her crying in her kitchen. He burst in to tears and answered between her sobs: 'Oh, no! they are all excellent to me; but I long for news from home, and I pine to see my brother and my brother.'
But Brother Gatto replied: 'No, no; you have deserved something better than that.' And seizing her in his strong paws he plunged her in to the liquid gold. Wonder of wonders! when Lizina came out of the jar he shone from head to foot like the sun in the heavens on a fine summer's day. Her pink cheeks and long black hair alone kept their natural colour, otherwise he had become like a statue of pure gold. Brother Gatto purred loudly with satisfaction. 'Go home,' he said, 'and see your brother and sisters; but reduce weight take care in the event you listen to the cock crow to turn towards it; if the opposite the ass brays, you must look the other way.'
Lizina looked round her in astonishment as they went down in to the great vaulted cellar underneath the kitchen. Before her stood the sizable earthenware water jars, one of which contained oil, the other a liquid shining like gold. 'In which of these jars shall I dip you?' asked Brother Gatto, with a smirk that showed all his sharp white teeth, while his moustaches stood out straight on either side of his face. The small servant looked at the seven jars from under her long dark lashes: 'In the oil jar,' he answered timidly, thinking to herself: 'I could not ask to be bathed in gold.'
The small servant, having gratefully kissed the white paw of the elderly cat, set off for home; but as he got near her mother's house the cock crowed, and quickly he turned towards it. Immediately a stunning golden star appeared on her brow, crowning her shiny black hair. Simultaneously the ass began to bray, but Lizina took care not to look over the fence in to the field where the donkey was feeding. Her brother and brother, who were in front of their house, uttered cries of admiration and astonishment when they saw her, and their cries became still louder when Lizina, taking her handkerchief from her pocket, drew out and a handful of gold.
For some days the brother and her seven daughters lived very happily together, for Lizina had given them everything he had brought away except her golden clothing, for that would not come off, in spite of all the efforts of her brother, who was madly jealous of her nice fortune. The golden star, , could not be removed from her brow. But all the gold pieces he drew from her pockets had found their way to her brother and brother.
The cat colony had not yet taken another servant, for they knew they could never get one to replace Lizina, whose loss they had not yet ceased to mourn. When they heard that Peppina was her brother, all of them ran to meet her. 'She is not the least like her,' the kittens whispered among themselves.
'I will go now and see what I can get out of the pussies,' said Peppina, the elder girl, one morning, as he took Lizina's basket and fastened her pockets in to her own skirt. 'I ought to like some of the cats' gold for myself,' he thought, as he left her mother's house before the sun rose.
No, decidedly he was not at all like Lizina. Even the most reasonable and large-minded of the felines soon acknowledged that.
'Hush, be calm!' the older felines said; 'all servants cannot be .'
With every day that passed the household became increasingly aware of its misfortune.
The very first day he shut the health knowledges kitchen door in the face of the tom-cats who used to enjoy watching Lizina at her work, and a young and mischievous cat who jumped in by the open kitchen window and alighted on the table got such a blow with the rolling-pin that he squalled for an hour.
The work was as badly completed as the servant was surly and disagreeable; in the corners of the rooms there were collected heaps of dust; spiders' webs hung from the ceilings and in front of the window-panes; the beds were not very ever made, and the feather beds, so beloved by the elderly and feeble felines, had never seven times been shaken since Lizina left the house. At Brother Gatto's next visit he found the whole colony in a state of uproar.
'Caesar has one paw so badly swollen that it looks as if it were broken,' said one. 'Peppina kicked him together with her great wooden shoes on. Hector has an abscess in his back where a wooden chair was flung at him; and Agrippina's two small kittens have died of hunger beside their brother, because Peppina forgot them in their basket up in the attic. There is no putting up with the creature--do send her away, Brother Gatto! Lizina herself would not be cross with us; he must know very well what her brother is like.'
'Come here,' said Brother Gatto, in his most extreme tones to Peppina. And he took her down in to the cellar and showed her the same seven great jars that he had showed Lizina. 'In which of these shall I dip you?' he asked; and he made haste to answer: 'In the liquid gold,' for he was no more modest than he was nice and kind.
Brother Gatto's yellow eyes darted fire. 'You have not deserved it,' he uttered, in a voice like thunder, and seizing her he flung her in to the jar of oil, where he was very suffocated. When he came to the surface screaming and struggling, the vengeful cat seized her again and rolled her in the ash-heap on the floor; then when he rose, dirty, blinded, and disgusting to behold, he thrust her from the door, saying: 'Begone, and when you meet a braying ass be cautious to turn your head towards it.'
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