Kittens (from English folklore) Poem by Marshak for children

Two little kittens had a fight in the corner.
Angry mistress took my broom
And he swept out of the kitchen fighting kittens,
Unable to cope with this, who is right and who is wrong.

And it was at night, in winter, in January.
Two little kitten was cold in the yard.
Did they lay down, curled up on the stone y porch,
noses buried in feet and began to wait for the end.

But mistress took pity and opened the door.
"Well, " she said, " do not quarrel now?

They came quietly in his corner for the night,
With skins shook off the cold, wet snow
And both in front of the stove fell into a sweet sleep.
And Blizzard before dawn noise outside the window.