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We were in despair. We didn't know how to catch this red cat. He stole from us every night. He hid so cleverly that none of us really saw him. Only a week later it was finally possible to establish that the cat’s ear was torn and a piece of his dirty tail was cut off. It was a cat who had lost all conscience, a tramp cat and a bandit. Behind his back they called him Thief.

He stole everything: fish, meat, sour cream and bread. One day he even dug up a tin can of worms in the closet. He didn’t eat them, but the chickens came running to the opened jar and pecked our entire supply of worms. The overfed chickens lay in the sun and moaned. We walked around them and argued, but fishing it was still torn down. We spent almost a month tracking down the ginger cat. The village boys helped us with this. One day they rushed in and, out of breath, said that at dawn a cat had rushed, crouching, through the vegetable gardens and dragged a kukan with perches in its teeth. We rushed to the cellar and discovered that the kukan was missing; on it were ten fat perches caught on Prorva. This was no longer theft, but robbery in broad daylight. We vowed to catch the cat and beat him up for gangster tricks.

The cat was caught that same evening. He stole a piece of liverwurst from the table and climbed up a birch tree with it. We started shaking the birch tree. The cat dropped the sausage and it fell on Reuben's head. The cat looked at us from above with wild eyes and howled menacingly. But there was no salvation, and the cat decided on a desperate act. With a terrifying howl, he fell from the birch tree, fell to the ground, jumped up like soccer ball, and rushed off under the house.

The house was small. He stood in a remote, abandoned garden. Every night we were awakened by the sound of wild apples falling from the branches onto his plank roof. The house was littered with fishing rods, shot, apples and dry leaves. We only spent the night in it. We spent all our days, from dawn to dark, on the banks of countless streams and lakes. There we fished and made fires in the coastal thickets. To get to the shores of the lakes, one had to trample down narrow paths in the fragrant tall grasses. Their corollas swayed above their heads and showered their shoulders with yellow flower dust. We returned in the evening, scratched by rose hips, tired, burned by the sun, with bundles of silver fish, and each time we were greeted with stories about new tramp antics of the red cat. But finally the cat was caught. He crawled under the house into the only narrow hole. There was no way out. We blocked the hole with an old fishing net and began to wait. But the cat didn't come out. He howled disgustingly, like an underground spirit, howled continuously and without any fatigue. An hour passed, two, three... It was time to go to bed, but the cat howled and cursed under the house, and it got on our nerves. Then Lenka, the son of the village shoemaker, was called. Lenka was famous for his fearlessness and agility. He was tasked with getting a cat out from under the house. Lenka took a silk fishing line, tied a fish caught during the day to it by the tail, and threw it through the hole into the underground. The howling stopped. We heard a crunch and a predatory click - the cat grabbed the fish's head with its teeth. He grabbed with a death grip. Lenka pulled the line, the cat desperately resisted, but Lenka was stronger, and, besides, the cat did not want to let go delicious fish. A minute later, the cat’s head with flesh clamped in its teeth appeared in the hole of the manhole. Lenka grabbed the cat by the collar and lifted him off the ground. We took a good look at it for the first time.

The cat closed his eyes and laid back his ears. He tucked his tail under himself just in case. It turned out to be a skinny, despite the constant theft, fiery red stray cat with white markings on his stomach. Having examined the cat, Reuben thoughtfully asked: “What should we do with him?” - Rip it out! - I said. “It won’t help,” said Lenka. - He has had this character since childhood. Try to feed him properly. The cat waited, closing his eyes. We followed this advice, dragged the cat into the closet and gave him a wonderful dinner: fried pork, perch aspic, cottage cheese and sour cream. The cat ate for more than an hour. He came out of the closet staggering, sat down on the threshold and washed himself, looking at us and at the low stars with green, impudent eyes. After washing, he snorted for a long time and rubbed his head on the floor. This was obviously supposed to signify fun. We were afraid that he would rub the fur on the back of his head. Then the cat rolled over onto his back, caught his tail, chewed it, spat it out, stretched out by the stove and snored peacefully.

From that day on, he settled in with us and stopped stealing. The next morning he even performed a noble and unexpected act. The chickens climbed onto the table in the garden and, pushing each other and quarreling, began to peck from the plates buckwheat porridge. The cat, trembling with indignation, crept up to the chickens and jumped onto the table with a short cry of victory. The chickens took off with a desperate cry. They overturned the jug of milk and rushed, losing their feathers, to run away from the garden.

A long-legged fool rooster, nicknamed “The Gorlach,” rushed ahead, hiccupping. The cat rushed after him on three legs, and with its fourth, front paw it hit the rooster on the back. Dust and fluff flew from the rooster. Inside him, with each blow, something thumped and hummed, as if a cat was hitting a rubber ball. After this, the rooster lay in a fit for several minutes, his eyes rolled back, and moaned quietly. He was doused cold water, and he walked away. Since then, chickens have been afraid to steal. Seeing the cat, they hid under the house, squeaking and jostling.

The cat walked around the house and garden like a master and watchman. He's the oneresting his head on our feet. He demanded gratitude, leaving tufts of red fur on our trousers. We renamed him from Thief to Policeman. Although Reuben claimed that this was not entirely convenient, we were sure that the police would not be offended by us for this.

Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky

Answers to pages 55 – 57

1. Thawed patches
Re-read the beginning of the story. How does the author introduce the reader to the cat? Fill in the missing words.

We came to despair. We didn't know how to catch this one redhead cat He stole us every night. He's so deftly he was hiding so that none of us really saw him. Only a week later it was finally possible to establish that the cat had ear torn and beheaded piece dirty tail.
It was a cat lost all conscience, the cat is a tramp and a bandit. Behind his back they called him Thief.
He stole everything: fish, meat, sour cream and bread. One day he even dug up V closet tin can with worms.

2. Exact word
Re-read the description of the cat. Underline the words that K.G. chose for this. Paustovsky.

The cat closed his eyes and laid back his ears. I adjusted my tail to suit myself just in case. It turned out a skinny, despite constant theft, fiery red stray cat with white markings on his belly.

3. Erudite
Explain the word scorch. Find the value in explanatory dictionary or choose synonyms.

Scorches– a reddish-yellow or whitish spot on a coat of a different color.

4. Compliance
What story is this? Select or write an answer.

√ funny and interesting

5. Scheme
Divide the story into parts and title them. Write it down or draw it. Prepare a detailed or brief summary according to plan.

1. The cat's gangster antics.
2. Abandoned house.
3. The cat is caught.
4. New merits.

6 ∗ . Erudite
What is humor? Write it down.

Humor- an image of someone or something in a comical, funny way.

7. Compliance
How did the red cat respond to people's concern for him? Complete the proposal.

From that day on, he settled in with us and stopped stealing. The next morning he even performed a noble and unexpected act.

8 ∗ . Attempt at writing
Make an illustration for one of the episodes in the story.

It was a cat who had lost all conscience, a cat - a tramp and a bandit. We nicknamed him Thief.

The overfed chickens lay in the sun and moaned. We walked around them and argued, but fishing was still disrupted.

We spent almost a month tracking down the ginger cat.

The village boys helped us with this. One day they rushed over and, out of breath, said that at dawn a cat had rushed, crouching, through the gardens and dragged a kukan with perches in its teeth. We rushed to the cellar and discovered that the kukan was missing; on it were ten fat perches caught on Prorva. This was no longer theft, but robbery. We vowed to catch the cat and beat him up for gangster tricks.

The cat was caught that same evening. He stole a piece of liverwurst from the table and climbed up a birch tree with it. We started shaking the birch tree. The cat dropped the sausage. It fell on Reuben's head. The cat looked at us from above with wild eyes and howled menacingly.

But there was no salvation, and the cat decided on a desperate act. With a terrifying howl, he fell from the birch tree, fell to the ground, bounced up like a soccer ball, and rushed under the house.

The house was small. He stood in a remote, abandoned garden. Every night we were awakened by the sound of wild apples falling from the branches onto his plank roof.

The house was littered with fishing rods, shot, apples and dry leaves. We only spent the night in it. We spent all our days, from dawn to dark, on the banks of countless streams and lakes. There we fished and made fires in the coastal thickets.

To get to the shores of the lakes, they had to trample down narrow paths in the fragrant tall grasses. Their corollas swayed above their heads and showered their shoulders with yellow flower dust.

We returned in the evening, scratched by rose hips, tired, burned by the sun, with bundles of silver fish, and each time we were greeted with stories about the new antics of the red cat.

But finally the cat was caught. He crawled under the house into the only narrow hole. There was no way out.

We blocked the hole with an old fishing net and began to wait. But the cat didn't come out. He howled disgustingly, like an underground spirit, howled continuously and without any fatigue.

An hour passed, two, three... It was time to go to bed, but the cat howled and cursed under the house, and it got on our nerves.

Then Lyonka, the son of the village shoemaker, was called. Lenka was famous for his fearlessness and agility. He was tasked with getting a cat out from under the house.

Lyonka took a silk fishing line, tied a fish caught during the day to it by the tail and threw it through the hole into the underground.

The howling stopped. We heard a crunch and a predatory click - the cat grabbed the fish's head with its teeth. Lyonka was pulled by the fishing line. The cat desperately resisted, but Lyonka was stronger and, besides, the cat did not want to release the tasty fish.

A minute later, the cat’s head with flesh clamped in its teeth appeared in the hole of the manhole.

Lenka grabbed the cat by the collar and lifted him above the ground. This is the first time we've looked at it properly.

The cat closed his eyes and laid back his ears. He tucked his tail under himself just in case. It turned out to be a skinny, despite the constant theft, a stray cat with white markings on its belly.

Having examined the cat, Reuben thoughtfully asked:

What should we do with it?

Rip it out! - I said.

It won’t help,” said Lyonka, “he’s had this kind of character since childhood.”

The cat waited, closing his eyes.

Then our boy intervened. He liked to interfere in adults' conversations. He always got hit for it. He had already gone to bed, but shouted from the room:

We need to feed him properly!

We followed this advice, dragged the cat into the closet and gave him a wonderful dinner: fried pork, perch aspic, cottage cheese and sour cream.

The cat ate for more than an hour. He came out of the closet staggering, sat down on the threshold and washed himself, looking at us and at the low stars with green, impudent eyes.

After washing, he snorted for a long time and rubbed his head on the floor. This, obviously, was supposed to mean fun. We were afraid that he would rub the fur on the back of his head.
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Then the cat rolled over onto his back, caught his tail, chewed it, spat it out, stretched out by the stove and snored peacefully. From that day on, he settled in with us and stopped stealing.

The next morning he even performed a noble and unexpected act.

The chickens climbed onto the table in the garden and, pushing each other and quarreling, began to peck buckwheat porridge from the plates.

The cat, trembling with indignation, sneaked up to the chickens and jumped onto the table with a short cry of victory.

The chickens took off with a desperate cry. They overturned the jug of milk and rushed, losing their feathers, to run away from the garden.

A long-legged fool rooster, nicknamed Gorlach, rushed ahead, hiccupping.

The cat rushed after him on three paws, and with the fourth, front paw, hit the rooster on the back. Dust and fluff flew from the rooster. Inside him, with each blow, something thumped and hummed, as if a cat was hitting a rubber ball.

After this, the rooster lay in a fit for several minutes, his eyes rolled back, and moaned quietly. They poured cold water on him and he walked away.

Since then, chickens have been afraid to steal. Seeing the cat, they hid under the house, squeaking and jostling.

The cat walked around the house and garden like a master and watchman. He rubbed his head against our legs. He demanded gratitude, leaving tufts of red fur on our trousers.

We renamed him from “Thief” to “Policeman”. Although Reuben claimed that this was not entirely convenient, we were sure that the police would not be offended by us for this. And for some reason the milkmaids called the cat Stepan.

Notes

1
They came to despair - they were very upset, upset, saddened.
2
I didn’t really see it - I couldn’t see it well.
3
Kukan is a string or thin wire on which caught fish is attached.
4
On Prorva; Prorva is a river.
5
Blow up - beat.
6
Countless channels - many small rivers flowing from the main river or lake.
7
Antics (trick) - unexpected daring, bad actions.
8
Manhole - a narrow passage, crawl.
9
Fishing line (line) - a long thread with a hook.
10
Plotitsa (roach) is a small fish.
11
Scorching (scorching) - spots.
12
Got accustomed (taken root) - stayed to live.
13
With a desperate cry - with a loud plaintive cry.
14
He moved away - here: he stopped feeling fear and pain, he came to his senses.

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We spent almost a month tracking down the ginger cat. The village boys helped us with this. One day they rushed in and, out of breath, said that at dawn a cat had rushed, crouching, through the vegetable gardens and dragged a kukan with perches in its teeth. We rushed to the cellar and discovered that the kukan was missing; on it were ten fat perches caught on Prorva. This was no longer theft, but robbery in broad daylight. We vowed to catch the cat and beat him up for gangster tricks.

The cat was caught that same evening. He stole a piece of liverwurst from the table and climbed up a birch tree with it. We started shaking the birch tree. The cat dropped the sausage and it fell on Reuben's head. The cat looked at us from above with wild eyes and howled menacingly. But there was no salvation, and the cat decided on a desperate act. With a terrifying howl, he fell from the birch tree, fell to the ground, bounced up like a soccer ball, and rushed under the house.

We blocked the hole with an old fishing net and began to wait. But the cat didn't come out. He howled disgustingly, like an underground spirit, howled continuously and without any fatigue. An hour passed, two, three... It was time to go to bed, but the cat howled and cursed under the house, and it got on our nerves.

Then Lenka, the son of the village shoemaker, was called. Lenka was famous for his fearlessness and agility. He was tasked with getting a cat out from under the house. Lenka took a silk fishing line, tied a fish caught during the day to it by the tail, and threw it through the hole into the underground. The howling stopped. We heard a crunch and a predatory click as the cat grabbed the fish’s head with its teeth. He grabbed with a death grip. Lenka pulled the fishing line, the cat desperately resisted, but Lenka was stronger, and, besides, the cat did not want to release the tasty fish. A minute later, the cat’s head with flesh clamped in its teeth appeared in the hole of the manhole. Lenka grabbed the cat by the collar and lifted him off the ground. We took a good look at it for the first time.

Having examined the cat, Reuben thoughtfully asked:

What should we do with it?

Rip it out! - I said.

It won’t help,” said Lenka. “He’s had this kind of character since childhood.” Try to feed him properly.

The cat waited, closing his eyes. We followed this advice, dragged the cat into the closet and gave him a wonderful dinner: fried pork, perch aspic, cottage cheese and sour cream. The cat ate for more than an hour. He came out of the closet staggering, sat down on the threshold and washed himself, looking at us and at the low stars with green, impudent eyes. After washing, he snorted for a long time and rubbed his head on the floor. This was obviously supposed to signify fun. We were afraid that he would rub the fur on the back of his head. Then the cat rolled over onto his back, caught his tail, chewed it, spat it out, stretched out by the stove and snored peacefully.

From that day on, he settled in with us and stopped stealing. The next morning he even performed a noble and unexpected act. The chickens climbed onto the table in the garden and, pushing each other and quarreling, began to peck buckwheat porridge from the plates. The cat, trembling with indignation, crept up to the chickens and jumped onto the table with a short cry of victory. The chickens took off with a desperate cry. They overturned the jug of milk and rushed, losing their feathers, to run away from the garden.

A long-legged fool rooster, nicknamed “The Gorlach,” rushed ahead, hiccupping. The cat rushed after him on three legs, and with its fourth, front paw it hit the rooster on the back. Dust and fluff flew from the rooster. Inside him, with each blow, something thumped and hummed, as if a cat was hitting a rubber ball. After this, the rooster lay in a fit for several minutes, his eyes rolled back, and moaned quietly. They poured cold water on him and he walked away. Since then, chickens have been afraid to steal. Seeing the cat, they hid under the house, squeaking and jostling.

The cat walked around the house and garden like a master and watchman. He rubbed his head against our legs. He demanded gratitude, leaving tufts of red fur on our trousers. We renamed him from Thief to Policeman. Although Reuben claimed that this was not entirely convenient, we were sure that the police would not be offended by us for this.

Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky wrote a lot interesting stories about animals. These are “Dishesive Sparrow”, “Hare’s Paws”, “Badger’s Nose” and others. Summary You can read the fairy tales “The Thief Cat” right now.

A little about the author

This work was written for children and adults by Konstantin Georgievich Paustovsky, who loved animals, nature, and people. Before you find out the summary of the story “The Thief Cat,” it would be nice to talk a little about the author.

Konstantin Georgievich was born on May 19, 1892, and lived for 76 years. When he started working for the newspaper “Moryak”, he traveled a lot around Russia, gaining invaluable experience. He had a chance to see the beauty of his native land, communicate with interesting people, listen to their stories. All this is reflected in the writer’s work.

When you read Paustovsky’s story “The Thief Cat,” you will see that one of the author’s friends is named Reuben. Indeed, Konstantin Georgievich had a friend Reuben Fraerman. And many of the characters the writer talked about are real. This applies not only to people, but also to animals.

Meet the main character

The work is written in the second person. The narrator begins the story by introducing the main character. This is a stray cat who stole food in search of food. That's why people called him the Thief.

The animal looked rather pitiful. The tip of his dirty tail was cut off and his ear was torn. The narrator and friends managed to see him only a week after the daily robberies. Or rather, the cat made his forays at night, and did it so cleverly that only the next morning it was possible to discover the loss.

This is where the story “The Thief Cat” begins. The summary proceeds to a description of what exactly was managed to be stolen. He stole meat, fish, bread, sour cream. Once I found a can of worms in the closet. The red-haired tomboy did not eat them, but the chickens saw the prey and destroyed what was prepared for fishing.

It took people a whole month to track down the thief. You will learn about this by reading the summary below.

Thief cat

Paustovsky further says that the village boys helped track down the cat. They said that they saw a cat carrying a kukan with perches in its teeth (a kukan is a special device for carrying and storing fish, made of a wire loop and a strong cord).

The fishermen rushed into the cellar and saw that 10 fat perches that they had caught in the Prorva River were missing. People could not forgive this; they wanted to catch the cat and punish him for his tricks. That same evening the animal stole a piece from them and climbed onto a birch tree with it. People started shaking the tree. The cat held on tightly himself, but dropped a piece of sausage on Reuben’s head (it was one of the fishermen), after which the thief finally fell from the birch tree and ran under the house.

The fishermen laid a hole and began to wait for the Thief to come out. But the animal did not show itself. Then it was decided to call the boy Lyonka - the son of a village shoemaker, dexterous and fearless. He was asked to lure the cat out. The boy tied a piece of fishing line to the fish and threw it into the hole. The hungry cat grabbed the fish's head with a death grip. The boy pulled the fishing line. The thief cat was taken out with her. A summary will introduce the reader to further events.

Feed or punish?

People managed to see the cat. It was a very thin animal of a fiery red color. Reuben asked what to do with it. At first they wanted to tear the cat out, but Lenya gave smart advice. He said it was better to just feed the animal. And this is correct, since the cat did not steal because he had bad character, and because of hunger, good deeds can work miracles. This is the main idea.

The thief cat, fed to his fill with pork, cottage cheese with sour cream, and perch aspic, became completely different. At first he rubbed his head on the floor, fell asleep, and the next morning began to perform noble deeds. So he wanted to thank people for their kindness.

Fight with a rooster

After people fed the cat and treated him kindly, he stopped stealing food and began helping them. One day, chickens climbed onto a table in the garden and began pecking at the porridge left on the plates. The cat crept up and jumped on the table. The chickens clucked and began to run away.

A rooster ran ahead, the cat rushed after him and hit him on the back with his paw. At the same time, a sound was heard as if Thief was hitting a rubber ball. The rooster fell, rolled his eyes, and lay there, moaning quietly, until he was doused with cold water. But after this incident, the chickens stopped going beyond what was permitted. When they saw the cat, they ran away from it and hid under the house. He felt like a real owner and caretaker, so it was decided to give him a new name. This is how the cat Voryuga became a policeman. The summary in the next chapter will tell you about the place where people lived.

House

To make it easier to mentally transport yourself to where the action of the work took place, we will tell you in more detail about the house in which people lived. As we remember, the cat fell from the birch tree and ran under the house screaming. This building was located in an abandoned garden and was small. But people lived well here. At night, apples fell on the roof, the house was littered with them, shot and fishing rods. This means that friends not only fished, but also hunted. Perhaps they took a gun into the forest for self-defense, since there could be dangerous animals there.

People spent only nights in this house, and spent all their days on the banks of lakes and rivers, where they lit fires and fished. One can feel how lovingly the author describes nature, calling the grass fragrant, telling how the corollas of tall plants swayed above their heads and covered their shoulders with yellow flower dust. This concludes the summary.

“Cat Thief”, Paustovsky. What does the story teach?

After reading Paustovsky’s work, you come to the conclusion that kindness and compassion can work miracles. At first the people were very angry because the cat was stealing their provisions. They started hunting for the mischievous man, tracking him down. When the animal was caught, it is good that people showed enough wisdom and did not punish it. If they had done this, the thief cat would have become even more embittered. The summary conveys an important idea to the reader.

A punished animal would still continue to steal food, since it had no owner and was constantly hungry. Lenya suggested an excellent way out of this situation, and the cat was well fed. The animal became kind and wanted to help its rescuers.

Why children need to read such works

The story “The Thief Cat” will be very useful for the young reader. They can read the summary together with their parents, get acquainted with the work, conclusions, and supplement them with their own thoughts. After which the children will understand that feeding a hungry animal is very good. And if they have a cat in their family, they, like adults, are responsible for it and must provide all possible assistance - feed, wash bowls, clean up after the animal. Such skills teach not only kindness, but also responsibility, and this will be very useful for children in adult life. Therefore, they simply need to read stories about animals, learn how to treat our smaller brothers, and grow up as kind, responsible people, capable of compassion and helping the weak.