The story of "Grandma with raspberries" goes around in circles like the sun and will certainly return and somehow sideways warm the doer of good," claimed Viktor Petrovich Astafyev. He claimed it with his whole life, with his creativity, with his actions. Having lost his mother in childhood, lost his father, passed through an orphanage, returned disabled from the war, he retained a surprisingly kind heart for people, for every living creature. "One day I came from the library to Viktor Petrovich," recalled Valentina Georgievna Shvetsova; He's sitting on a tree stump in the yard, bliss on his face. Everything here is so dear and close. And this tailless cat with a belly tightened from hunger, who regularly visits the writer. And suddenly the bliss on his face was replaced by concern: "The cat will starve without me with such owners, okay, but why starve the cat like that?"The tailless cat lived while Viktor Petrovich was alive, and then disappeared somewhere." I prophesy that in order to do good, you just need to protect a cat or pour a handful of berries into someone else's tuesok, as in the story "Grandma with raspberries". And the good will definitely come back to you and warm your soul.