Once in summer I was baking pancakes.
I was helped by Dashka, that's my cat.
She pursued my actions as a shadow -
Watching with eyes, jumping for a cup.
When I finished baking of my pancakes,
Then I tested them and ate of course.
But I didn't give pancakes to Dashka.
Postponed to the meal of household.
Slowly the cat's gaze started glooming,
Became steely-prickly and irony.
Straight into my eyes the cat was looking -
That I still regret it - honestly! -
She jumped off the chair, left the kitchen.
Never ate my pancakes after that,
Neither from my hands nor from the feeder.
And I ... in her gaze I was burned down
From the shame that was sizzling and sticky,
And I still remember it in full.
Feeling bad. The pancake was not given ...
Pride's caprice - humiliates the fool.