Kot Epifan Charushin Skachat Fb2 ✅

He reached the base of the tree and prepared for a mighty leap. He wiggled his haunches, his yellow eyes wide with focus. But just as he was about to spring, a large, heavy raindrop fell from a leaf and landed squarely on the tip of his nose.

Here is a short story inspired by the spirit of Charushin’s : The Quiet Hunter

Epifan didn’t look embarrassed. He simply sat down, began to wash his damp nose with a white mitten-paw, and decided that he wasn’t actually a hunter today. He was, in fact, a cat who preferred a nap in the dry hay of the shed.