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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ivan, for his part, thrived with the great amounts of independence that he was given Perhaps the personality of some children necessitated a constant watch, Ivan was aware that Aurum's children were a particularly rowdy bunch. But luckily Ivan was low maintenance and did not show a desire to do anything bad, not because he would be punished for it, but because he just simply was not interested.
Ivan found that the only person who could truly entertain him was himself and unfortunately while it did make him an easy kid, he often found himself without friends. He was easily bored with other things, but could stand still for a long time just thinking, or brushing his paws over the pages of books he wanted to read but didn't have enough experience to properly read.
The young black cat was returning from one of his little walks — sometimes he thinks better when he is moving — pushing the door open haphazardly because he knew that when he left, there was nobody there. So, he was quite shocked to see his father standing up at the bookshelf. How long had he been there? And whenever books were concerned, Ivan was desperate to be in on it. He had one thing to be grateful for, being born in a family that appreciated that hobby.
"Dad?" He meowed inquisitively. "What are you doing?"
Ivan found that the only person who could truly entertain him was himself and unfortunately while it did make him an easy kid, he often found himself without friends. He was easily bored with other things, but could stand still for a long time just thinking, or brushing his paws over the pages of books he wanted to read but didn't have enough experience to properly read.
The young black cat was returning from one of his little walks — sometimes he thinks better when he is moving — pushing the door open haphazardly because he knew that when he left, there was nobody there. So, he was quite shocked to see his father standing up at the bookshelf. How long had he been there? And whenever books were concerned, Ivan was desperate to be in on it. He had one thing to be grateful for, being born in a family that appreciated that hobby.
"Dad?" He meowed inquisitively. "What are you doing?"