The Black Cat and Other Stories by Edgar Allan Poe

Адаптированная книга на английском языке «The Black Cat and Other Stories by Edgar Allan Poe». Аудиокнига на английском.

Адаптированная книга на английском языке "The Black Cat and Other Stories by Edgar Allan Poe"You are not going to believe this story. But it is a true story, as true as I sit here writing it — as true as I will die in the morning. Yes, this story ends with my end, with my death tomorrow.

            I have always been a kind and loving person — everyone will tell you this. They will also tell you that I have always loved animals more than anything. When I was a little boy, my family always had many different animals round the house. As I grew up, I spent most of my time with them, giving them their food and cleaning them.

            I married when I was very young, and I was happy to find that my wife loved all of our animal friends as much as I did. She bought us the most beautiful animals. We had all sorts of birds, gold fish, a fine dog and a cat.

            The cat was a very large and beautiful animal. He was black, black all over, and very intelligent. He was so intelligent that my wife often laughed about what some people believe; some people believe that all black cats are evil, enemies in a cat’s body.

            Pluto — this was the cat’s name — was my favourite. It was always I who gave him his food, and he followed me every- where. I often had to stop him from following me through the streets! For years, he and I lived happily together, the best of friends.

            But during those years I was slowly changing. It was that evil enemy of Man called Drink who was changing me. I was not the kind, loving person people knew before. I grew more and more selfish. I was often suddenly angry about unimportant things. I began to use bad language, most of all with my wife. I even hit her sometimes. And by that time, of course, I was often doing horrible things to our animals. I hit all of them — but never Pluto. But, my illness was getting worse — oh yes, drink is an illness! Soon I began to hurt my dear Pluto too.

            I remember that night very well. I came home late, full of drink again. I could not understand why Pluto was not pleased to see me. The cat was staying away from me. My Pluto did not want to come near me! I caught him and picked him up, holding him strongly. He was afraid of me and bit my hand.

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