- Oh dear! – He felt happy. – Then, my little brave kitten, you need my help
indeed!
- Indeed, - the kitten nodded and told Borovichok the whole story from the
very beginning. – I don’t even know what it is – Truth? Is it an animal or a human?
Is she beautiful or terrible? And where I can find her?
Borovichok smiled archly dropped on his knees in front him.
-
There’s no need to look for Truth, - a forest creature answered the
surprised cat. – Everyone has his own Truth.
- But how? And why Vanechka couldn’t find it?
- In the house where Goodness lives, - answered Borovichok, - Honesty
settles down too. She definitely knows where to find Truth.She often asks her
over, treats with sweets, lures and welcomes.
The kitten didn’t understand anything and meanwhile Borovichok
continued:
- But if there’s somebody in a house who doesn’t get along with Honesty
well, Truth also stops coming and Goodness moves to another house. Truth is
neither beautiful, nor terrible – she’s of all sorts depending on your point of view, -
an old man said reasonably. – Each Truth has own course. For example, wil you
see the starts if you look at them in the middle of the day?
- No, - the kitten answered but looked with pleasure at stars that seemed
to be winking right from the skies.
- And what if you look at the night?
- Then, I wil , – the kitten answered dreamily looking at the starts again.
