Yushka [antikvár]

^^ J isten attentively, if you want me to tell you about it.^^Leave the tablecloth alone, my dear, and stop braiding the fringe."Her name was Yushka. At first, she was a small ball of fur with two lively eyes and a pale pink nose. The ball of fur would spend its days dozing in the sun on the window-sill, lapping milk from a saucer with its eyes closed and purring all the while, swatting flies on the pane, scampering about the floor, playing with a scrap of paper, a ball of wool or its own tail. None of us recalled when this mottled ball of fluff suddenly turned into