A story about an angel and a child. One of the kindest fairy tales about an angel and a cat
“Peace be with you,” the Angel said affectionately, sitting down next to the Cat on a thick branch and shaking off the snow from it. “Hello,” the cat opened his green eye, lazily looked at the Angel and turned away.
The angel hid his bare feet under his wings and looked down. Below them lay a white courtyard full of laughter, squeals, flying snowballs and creaking footsteps.
“You’ve climbed high,” said the Angel, assessing the distance to the ground. “But even Sashka’s snowball won’t reach here.” The angel nodded understandingly and picked up his lowered wings. We were silent.
- What, did you come for my old lady? – the Cat asked without turning his head. His voice was just as lazy, but the Angel immediately saw how pain and anxiety thickened around him.
- No, I’m not after anyone. - A! – The cloud of anxiety has thinned. “She says every day that soon the Angel will take her away,” the Cat considered it necessary to explain. - Apparently, another one will fly in... There was silence again.
But, apparently, the Cat was still bothered by the presence of the Angel, and he asked as indifferently as possible:
- Why are you here? - Yes, I sat down to rest. I saved one boy in your city from himself. Oh, and this is hard work! Now I'm flying home. - So you can do this... and from illness? - It depends on what kind of illness it is. But I can do a lot. I am the keeper. - So why are you sitting here?! – the Cat suddenly roared. - Come on, let's go!
And he flew to the ground like a red whirlwind. The angel quietly landed nearby. The old woman was so thin that the Angel did not immediately see her among the white pillows. The old woman's eyes were closed, and her chest was shaking, filling the entire room with wheezing, whistling and sobs.
The angel bent over her, put his white wings on her chest and began to whisper something - affectionately and quietly. While he stood there, the Cat added firewood to the stove, moved a cooled kettle onto the stove and put a large mug of milk, pouring some herbs into it - preparing a drink for the hostess.
When the Angel straightened up, the old woman’s breathing was even and quiet, her sunken cheeks turned pink. “Let him sleep,” he said to the Cat. “She has weakened greatly. The cat turned away and quickly wiped his eyes.
The old lady was sleeping, and the Cat and the Angel were drinking tea, and the Cat kept adding cream to his tea, and the Angel smiled, looking at him. “I’ll probably stay with you for now,” he said, stirring the honey, “until Mikhailovna gets up.” - How do you know that she is Mikhailovna? - I'm an Angel. I also know that your name is Charlik. “So, it seems like we met,” the Cat chuckled. - What should I call you? - We don’t have names. Just an Angel.
The cat silently pushed the cream towards him and sipped from the mug. The walkers ticked over the table, the wood crackled in the stove, and the wind picked up outside the window. “You asked why I climbed high,” the Cat suddenly grinned. - It turns out he was waiting for you. “And he added thoughtfully, listening to the wind: “You need to knit your socks.” Why are you barefoot in the snow?..
About angels- these are real stories from people's lives about a guardian angel. About meetings with angels. About predictions from angels. About help and salvation in difficult moments of life. Amazing stories of people who have experienced angelic visions or received vital messages from angels. True stories of people who saw angels.
An angel (ancient Greek ἄγγελος, angelos - “messenger, messenger”) is a spiritual, ethereal being that communicates the will of God and has supernatural powers. In many religions, an angel is a messenger, a messenger, a supernatural creature with wings.
To some, ephemeral creatures appear in the form of classic angels with wings. Others, in some incomprehensible way, enter into dialogue with relatives who have passed on to another world. For still others, angelic visions are available only in dreams, but these dreams turn out to be not only very realistic, but also often prophetic.
About angels— the section contains a lot of interesting and unique information about angels. These are answers to questions. What are angels? And what are they doing? How can we recognize their CALL? How can you learn to understand them and follow their advice? And how to find your OWN GUARDIAN ANGEL? Learn to communicate with him and use the POWERS that he is able to endow us with.
By reading the stories of angels, you will learn how to establish visual contact with Divine entities. Learn to understand the signs and messages from them.
Every person has a Guardian Angel. It is given to us at birth and accompanies us throughout our lives. The Guardian Angel drives away all misfortunes from us and in difficult moments calls on other angels to help us.
He contacts us daily! But for some reason we believe that this is our inner voice, intuition, instinct, etc. Although in fact these are tips from the Guardian Angel. So let's learn to understand and accept these tips.
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Believe me, the Guardian Angels will not leave you in trouble. They will give advice and support in difficult times. They will show you the right path if you ask them to.
Each of us has a guardian angel... he will fix everything... he will help in everything, just believe that he is always there!
I don’t believe in supernatural beings, their existence is equal to the existence of kappas or lamias... and I would be more happy to meet them than Christian creatures.
Okay, I’ll tell you my cases from life, what I remember.
1) I am not a geographic cretinist; in any case, in childhood I was well oriented in space. But I can’t remember the names and numbers. That is, if you throw me out somewhere, I will get out and get where I need to go, but I won’t be able to tell you the street or how to go where, even though I can get there myself without any problems.
Since I am well oriented and like to walk, I often go for walks. But even I had to wander and be mistaken, especially if the walk was for a very long period and in a completely unknown area and I begin to “shorten the road” in different directions without thinking in advance.
The first time I got lost was when I was 7 years old; we had recently moved to a new city and my cousin and I went to a new school (of course, alone, he knew the way). At first we walked along one road, and from school along another. Of course, he abandoned me in the middle of the street, in the middle of an unknown city. I was a little nervous, I just walked approximately in the right direction, it took enough time to get out and I finally found a way out into the courtyards of the house. Not at all, but I had a good walk and saw a lot of interesting places)))
Which I remember that I was just wandering. I decided to go to the forest with my dog; it was half an hour’s walk from home. Of course I wasn’t there, but it was interesting. Let's go for a walk, let the dog off the leash. I’m walking along the path, I hear people ahead, if there’s food or something else, I can’t put the dog on a leash and hold it, I was 12-13 years old, but most importantly I didn’t want to see anyone. I left the path and decided to make a circle, walked through the thicket..... we met a viper, it hissed not contentedly and crawled into a puddle. The place there is very swampy. We went further, there was another viper, a huge one, we had to go around just in case, and then I found out that it was in the bushes when the dog started barking and a huge head appeared from the bushes... let's move on... we should have already gone out on the route, and I several times cutting in different directions. Plus, I was afraid that since I didn’t know the road well, I might veer to the side, that is, I wouldn’t walk exactly straight. On the way further, the swamp overflowed heavily, then more ravines.... in short, I was already tired. It's starting to get dark. I’m leaving...... some village, unknown to me, a temple and such a quiet.... well, I think I’m out(((I’m going back to the forest, trying to understand how many times I turned in which direction and where I have to go out. And after about 20 minutes I still go out to the familiar area where I was, only I have to go around the swamp again. But we had a good walk, we really chased snakes and vipers, we didn’t let them go down into the sun, which they weren’t very happy with and seemed to swear on us))) I left somewhere around 11 o’clock in the afternoon, I came home by midnight, maybe also around eleven o’clock.
I never caused a panic and sometimes only asked people roughly something in such cases, mostly myself.
2) but here are some really lucky cases:
I won't take it into account. several times that I was almost hit by cars, several times I almost drowned and a couple of times when I took pickpockets by the hand. Recently I fell out of a bus while it was moving))) it probably looked very funny from the outside, I don’t know, but I laughed. E
case of pure luck:
I am 6 years old, I am walking around the yard, the territory of private houses. There are no children, the rain is slushy. At the other end of the street there is a girl (maybe a year older), I decide to go up to her, I haven’t seen her before. I cross the road, say hello, and then a healthy German shepherd runs out of her yard and attacks me. The girl screams, but she can’t help and doesn’t know what to do. A few minutes of struggle. the dog grabbed the umbrella.... for some reason I was most afraid that something would happen to the umbrella and I would get punished for it. I end up fainting. I came to my senses already at home, shabby, but nothing serious, except that the jacket and umbrella took a beating... then my father bought a puppy so that I could get used to it, but I was too afraid... then this will help and the German shepherd will become my favorite breed.
I am 9 years old, my siblings and I are alone in the apartment. Call. I go up to the door, who is there, a strange female voice, not familiar - “mom”. We always had one front door closed, but I immediately closed the second one. She got scared, turned everything off and told her siblings not to make noise, I’m listening... the woman stood there and left. A week later, the call again, “Who?” a man's drunken, unfamiliar rough voice "mom". I immediately remember the previous incident, and I get even more scared. I close the second door, run into the rooms, take my siblings and put them under the bed (I don’t know why, I was scared) at this time several more calls and a knock on the door.... I’m thinking whether I should hide too or not. If he breaks in, how to scream for help? We are on the first floor - but I cannot physically open the bars and windows. The only place to hide is under the bed, I hide there and if they find me, they also find my siblings...... I'm in a panic...... I can barely breathe, I'm sitting on the sofa and I'm all ears. The guy rang again, hit the door and left. No one told me anything about this, I’ve probably always been an alarmist. True, in a month I will find out how my ex was shot. a friend, the same age, because she opened the door to a stranger, then the whole city was buzzing, and the teachers sharply began to tell us that we should not open the door to strangers.
In general, there are some roads in life, constantly changing cities, the strangeness and cruelty of the world around. I was walking along roads that I had never seen before (this is how I relax, there is no one waiting at home and there is nothing there, but here on the street you can walk, look into the windows of houses and imagine cozy apartments and families there) I could go into an abandoned building, to leave a crowded place, I had to make my way through gypsy apartments several times, I could always get in, and I understood that. Nearby, someone was constantly unlucky. And I was walking, just avoiding unnecessary things, suspicious things, going around the tenth road, being timid, I was just afraid of people most of all in childhood.
I was very lucky with my Andrey, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it out in due time.
and I don’t remember anymore for now... except for little things, then a huge mirror will fall, then they will drill into my arm with a drill, then a metal rod will stick into my leg, and then the wound will begin to fester, but these are small things.
“Peace be with you,” the Angel said affectionately, sitting down next to the Cat on a thick branch and shaking off the snow from it.
“Hello,” the cat opened his green eye, lazily looked at the Angel and turned away. The angel hid his bare feet under his wings and looked down. Below them lay a white courtyard full of laughter, squeals, flying snowballs and creaking footsteps.
“You’ve climbed high,” said the Angel, assessing the distance to the ground.
“But even Sashka’s snowball won’t reach here.”
The angel nodded understandingly and picked up his lowered wings. We were silent.
- What, did you come for my old lady? – the Cat asked without turning his head. His voice was just as lazy, but the Angel immediately saw how pain and anxiety thickened around him.
- No, I’m not after anyone.
- A! – The cloud of anxiety has thinned.
“She says every day that soon the Angel will take her away,” the Cat considered it necessary to explain.
- Apparently, another one will fly in... There was silence again. But, apparently, the Cat was still bothered by the presence of the Angel, and he asked as indifferently as possible:
- Why are you here?
- Yes, I sat down to rest. I saved one boy in your city from himself. Oh, and this is hard work! Now I'm flying home.
- So you can do this... and from illness?
- It depends on what kind of illness it is. But I can do a lot. I am the keeper.
- So why are you sitting here?! – the Cat suddenly roared.
- Come on, let's go! And he flew to the ground like a red whirlwind. The angel quietly landed nearby.
The old woman was so thin that the Angel did not immediately see her among the white pillows. The old woman's eyes were closed, and her chest was shaking, filling the entire room with wheezing, whistling and sobs. The angel bent over her, put his white wings on her chest and began to whisper something - affectionately and quietly. While he stood there, the Cat added firewood to the stove, moved a cooled kettle onto the stove and put a large mug of milk, pouring some herbs into it - preparing a drink for the hostess.
When the Angel straightened up, the old woman’s breathing was even and quiet, her sunken cheeks turned pink.
“Let him sleep,” he said to the Cat.
“She has weakened greatly.
The cat turned away and quickly wiped his eyes.
The old lady was sleeping, and the Cat and the Angel were drinking tea, and the Cat kept adding cream to his tea, and the Angel smiled, looking at him.
“I’ll probably stay with you for now,” he said, stirring the honey.
- Until Mikhailovna gets up.
- How do you know that she is Mikhailovna?
- I'm an Angel. I also know that your name is Charlik.
“So, it seems like we met,” the Cat chuckled.
- What should I call you?
- We don’t have names. Just an Angel.
The cat silently pushed the cream towards him and sipped from the mug.
The walkers ticked over the table, the wood crackled in the stove, and the wind picked up outside the window. “You asked why I climbed high,” the Cat suddenly grinned.
- It turns out he was waiting for you.
– And he added thoughtfully, listening to the wind:
– You need to knit your socks. Why are you barefoot in the snow?..
(c) Lyudmila Sosnina
It is rightly said that a talented person is talented in everything. Irina Evgenievna Bezborodova sent a wonderful fairy tale to our competition. She not only brings up four children, but is also a teacher in the structural unit “Family Kindergarten” at State Educational Institution No. 2501 in Moscow. By the way, she also created illustrations for the fairy tale.
A TALE ABOUT AN ANGEL
Little Nikolka could not fall asleep for a long time. He was waiting for his mother to tell him a bedtime story. But my mother, rocking her little sister Mashutka in the cradle, fell asleep herself.
Nikolka tossed and turned, remembering how the day went. He had a lot of impressions. All morning he played with the shaggy yard dog Trezor, and after lunch he fed the cat Timofey delicious milk, then chased the chickens, which flew out from under his feet with a loud cackling.
Nikolka kept waiting and waiting for sleep to come, listening to the hooting of an eagle owl coming from the depths of the garden. Suddenly the room lit up with a bright light. Nikolka saw that someone sat down on his bed and stroked his head affectionately. “Who are you?” Nikolka asked the stranger in fear. “Don’t be afraid of me, Nikolka, I am your angel,” answered the stranger. “Do you have wings?” asked Nikolka, overcoming his fear. “Of course there is,” said the angel. And he spread his huge wings. “Wow,” Nikolka was surprised. And can you fly? “Of course,” said the angel. Do you want us to fly a little together? Of course, Nikolka was afraid that if his mother didn’t find him in his crib, she would scold him. Still, he answered that he wanted to. The angel took Nikolka by the hand, and they left the hut.
The stars were shining brightly in the sky, so much so that Nikolka even closed his eyes. The angel flapped his wings and took off from the ground. Firmly grasping the angel’s hand, Nikolka flew after him.” “I’m flying like a bird,” Nikolka shouted joyfully.
A lake was visible below, then a field flashed by. The angel began to descend lower and lower until they landed on a high hill. Angel and Nikolka sat silently, holding their breath, and looked at the stars.
Nikolka thought about how great it would be if shaggy Trezor, and the cat Timofey, and the hen Pestrushka were with him. The angel stroked his head and nodded. The angels already know all our dreams. Suddenly, right across the sky, Chicken, and a fluffy cat, and Trezor, and even a huge eagle owl flew.
Nikolka’s eyes began to stick together. “I’m having a strange dream,” Nikolka thought.
Early in the morning Nikolka was awakened by the loud crow of a rooster. Mom kneaded the dough. Little sister Mashutka cooed in her cradle.
Mom, and mom. Nikolka walked up to his mother and pulled her by the hem.
Today I flew with an angel at night. Mom shook her head and continued kneading the dough.
I'm not lying, mom, honestly. Although he himself no longer really believed that he had not dreamed all this.
Mom took a bowl of dough and left. Nikolka was hurt to the point of tears. He sniffled and climbed back into his bed. Nikolka buried his face in the pillow and wanted to sob loudly. But then something pricked him in the nose. He took a huge feather in his hand. The angel had the same feathers on his wings. So this is not a dream. Nikolka smiled. He didn’t even notice how the kind angel tiptoed up to Mashutka’s cradle and began to gently rock her. Nikolka felt somehow joyful in her soul. Mashutka’s loud laughter echoed throughout the upper room. This was her first laugh.
My dear children, every boy and every girl has their own angel. You have it too. When night falls, he quietly whispers fairy tales in your ear and shows you good dreams. Let's close our eyes and quietly wait for our little angel. Sweet dreams to you, kids!