I apologize to S. Kozlov
The Hedgehog and the Bear Cub were sitting on the porch, watching the mist that looked like milk jelly flood the rustling evening meadow, and drinking vodka, eating it with strips of dried hare.
“It’s a pity that the Hare doesn’t sit with us on the porch,” said the Bear cub sadly.
- It's a pity, - confirmed the Hedgehog. - He liked to look at the fog. Well, who asked him to lose so much in preference?
“But if I had gone into the worm then, we would have immediately attached a locomotive to him,” recalled the Little Bear.
- Come on, and it turned out so well, - Hedgehog waved him off. - Look better, what a fog!
They sat and looked at the meadow. And the fog rose higher and higher, like a warm white cloud, in which the Hedgehog really wanted to hide his paws...
Fog filled the valley. White, like smoke from burning leaves, it flowed, filling the space with itself. The trees are already half hidden in a white shroud.
The moon hares, dancing, had time to look down. There, in the milky mess, from time to time there was a plaintive cry:
- Bear-e-jo-o-nok! Where are you?!
The hedgehog was looking for a friend.
“What if he gets lost in this fog? Will the fog never end? And we will all walk, and walk, and call, and this impenetrable cloud will swirl around. ”
- Bear-e-jo-o-nok!
“The kettle has already boiled. And raspberry jam is poured into a vase. And the little bear is still walking in the fog, trying to find my house ... "
Silent sounds.
The hedgehog did not have time to breathe or shout. A huge bear paw with a callused sole appeared out of nowhere and swung down on his small body. The skull cracked, but the fog greedily ate this sound, and nothing happened.
- Hedgehogs-i-i-k!
The little bear, without noticing anything, wandered and wandered in the fog, looking for a friend.
The hedgehog wandered for a very long time in the fog and called the horse. "Losha-a-a-dka!" he shouted every five minutes. The horse never arrived. “Probably, she fell into the river and calmly swims to distant warm countries,” thought the hedgehog. He did not want to think about the fact that the horse had drowned right to death. And then a bear cub appeared out of the fog.
- Shake! Once - chamomile! Hello! - cheerfully said the bear cub.
- Shake you too! - happily answered the hedgehog. “It's good that I met you!
- It's just wonderful - agreed bear cub. - Let's sit and look at the fog.
They sat down on a log and watched for a long, long time how the lazy fog slowly creeps over the evening meadow and covers it with a white fluffy blanket, curling up into long swaying strips.
Two hours later, the hedgehog got up and said:
- And now let's go to my place to drink tea with raspberry jam.
Have you already decided to get up? - the bear cub was surprised.
- Well, yes, - said the hedgehog.
“Then you lost,” the bear cub said with a gentle smile.
- What did we play? the hedgehog asked.
- In peresidelki - willingly explained the bear cub and licked his lips carnivorously. - Whoever outlasts whom, he will eat him!
Hedgehog and teddy bear are talking:
M: - Hedgehog, remember how you wandered in the fog?
Yo: - Of course, I remember.
M: - I'm still wondering why you were looking for a horse?
Yo: - Firstly, not a horse, but a horse. Second, white. Thirdly, it is pronounced "White horse". This is whiskey. And I lost a bottle in the fog ...
Shake! Hello! - said the Hedgehog and handed the chamomile to the Hare, pulling it out of the huge bouquet that he carried, clutching it to his chest.
- Shake you too! - happily answered the Hare, admiring the camomile.
Have you seen Bear cub? – asked the Hedgehog.
“Of course I did,” said the Hare. - Here he comes.
The bushes crackled, and the Bear cub fell out onto the edge.
- Shake! he greeted.
- It's good that you came! - said the Hedgehog. - Here's a chamomile for you too. True, it looks like a small sun, around which fluffy clouds dance?
"Thank you," said Little Bear. - Of course it looks like it. You have a thousand. Fine. For picking daisies.
The hedgehog was dumbfounded.
- Wait, Little Bear, how come? he asked quietly. - Has it been forbidden to pick daisies for a long time? And how am I supposed to know that this can not be done? After all, we are friends...
The bear cub smiled kindly and kindly.
“Well, of course, we are friends, Hedgehog,” he said. - And I will definitely come to visit you tonight, and we will drink tea with currant jam, and watch how a thick white fog crawls in a quiet wave to the threshold of your house ... But friendship is friendship, but ... Nothing personal, such work. You have fifteen hundred.
And the Bear Cub showed the Hedgehog a false huntsman's certificate crookedly printed on the printer.
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bibbook31
Many times a day, the Hedgehog visited the site of the Little Bear.
- Me-two-jo-o-onok! - shouted the Hedgehog.
But Little Bear was not at home. It's just that at that time he just went to the site to the Hedgehog.
- "Yo-e-e-zhik!" shouted the Bear cub.
But no one answered him. And the Bear cub ran home rather. And the Hedgehog ran to himself. And they never met Bear. But, on the other hand, the counters were winding up - be healthy.
spb_zaika
A dark black cloud enveloped the forest and the clearing, displacing the fog, the waters of the river suddenly turned dark red...
"Hedgehog, where are you!" the frightened Little Bear called. But it was quiet.
Suddenly, a shot broke the silence, and the Bear Cub collapsed dead.
"Did you ruin the skin?" the approaching Hare asked anxiously.
"Don't be afraid," said the Hedgehog hoarsely, pulling out a huge long needle from somewhere. "First time, or what? Take it here, and carefully cut out the claws, and I'll take care of the liver. Soon, Chinese buyers will come from the other side of the river, they just ran out of raw materials. Don't hide, they don't have traditional medicine recipes from you."
And the Hedgehog began to cut the bear carcass.
Every day it grew late, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed that if you ransacked it up and down, you would not find a single leaf.
- Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear cub. And he pointed with his paw at a lonely birch, standing in the middle of the clearing.
- It will fly around ... - the Hedgehog agreed.
“The winds will blow,” continued Little Bear, “and she will shake all over, and in my dream I will hear how the last leaves fall from her. And in the morning I wake up, I go out onto the porch, and she is naked!
“Naked…” the Hedgehog agreed.
They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch in the middle of the clearing.
- What if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.
What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Little Bear. - Birch or ash?
How about maple? Then I would have been red-haired in autumn, and you would have taken me for a little Fox. Would you say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “Hunters killed my mother, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come visit us?" And you would come. "Where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until the very spring ...
- No, - said the Little Bear. - It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “What. The hedgehog went for water? - "Not?" you would say. "For firewood?" - "Not?" you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Bear Cub?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.
But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.
- Well, so what! said Little Bear. “Would you sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or really didn’t recognize me?” And while I ran home, took a small jar of honey, returned to you and asked: “What. Has the hedgehog returned yet?” And you would say ...
- And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.
- No, - said the Little Bear. - It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that. And he said so...
Here the Little Bear stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off the birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then sank softly into the rusty grass.
“No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” the Bear cub repeated. “And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed.” And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.
- And why in a dream?
- The best thoughts come to me in a dream, - said the Bear cub. - You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch. They will never fall again. Because last night I guessed in a dream that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.
And sewed on? asked the Hedgehog.
“Of course,” said Little Bear. “The same needle that you gave me last year.”
Sergei Kozlov, Bodyakova Galina: Hedgehog in the fog. Fairy tales about the present (including "Autumn Tale") 720 р. http://www.labirint.ru/books/488606/?p=11433 795 R. http://www.ozon.ru/context/detail/id/32731385/?partner=book_set Sergey Kozlov: Autumn Tale Every day it got lighter and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you searched it up and down, you would not find a single leaf. - Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear cub. And he pointed with his paw at a lonely birch, standing in the middle of the clearing. - It will fly around ... - the Hedgehog agreed. - The winds will blow, - continued the Little Bear, - and it will shake all over, and in my dream I will hear how the last leaves fall from it. And in the morning I wake up, I go out onto the porch, and she is naked! - Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog. They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch in the middle of the clearing. - If only leaves would grow on me in the spring! - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around. - What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Little Bear. - Birch or ash? - Like a maple! Then I would have been red-haired in autumn, and you would have taken me for the Little Fox. Would you say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “Hunters killed my mother, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come visit us!" And you would come. "Where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then he finally guessed, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until the very spring ... - No, - said the Little Bear. - It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “What. Hedgehog went for water? - "Not!" you would say. "For firewood?" - "Not!" you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Bear Cub?” And then you would nod. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch. But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog. - Well, so what! - said Little Bear. - You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if this Bear is pretending or really didn’t recognize me?” And while I would run home, take a small jar of honey, come back to you and ask: “What, the Hedgehog hasn’t returned yet?” And you would say ... - And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog. - No, - said Bear. - You'd better not say anything like that. And he said so ... Then the Bear cub stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off the birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then sank softly into the rusty grass. “No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated the Bear cub. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream. - And why in a dream? “The best thoughts come to me in my sleep,” said Little Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch. They will never fall again. Because last night I guessed in a dream that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch. - And sewed? - asked the Hedgehog. "Of course," said Little Bear. “The same needle you gave me last year.
* Clean Birds *
Have you ever listened to silence, Hedgehog?
- Listened.
- So what?
— Nothing. Quiet.
— And I love it when something moves in silence.
“Give me an example,” asked the Hedgehog.
“Well, for example, thunder,” said Little Bear.
There was a house on the mountain - with a chimney and a porch, with a stove for a cat, with a pole for a rooster, with a barn for a cow, with a kennel for a dog, and with new boarded gates.
In the evening, smoke came out of the chimney, a grandmother came out onto the porch, a cat climbed onto the stoves, a rooster perched on a pole, a cow crunched hay in the barn, a dog sat down by the kennel - and everyone began to wait for the night.
And when night came, a little frog crawled out from under the burdock. He saw a blue bell, tore it off and ran across the yard. And a blue ringing hung over the yard.
— Who is it calling? Grandma asked. Is that you, cat? Is that you, rooster? Is that you, cow?
And the frog ran and ran, and the blue ringing rose higher and higher, and soon he hung not only over the yard, but over the whole village.
- Who is this, who is calling like that? people asked. And they ran out into the street, and began to look at the starry sky and listen to the blue ringing.
“These are the stars,” said the boy.
“No, it’s the wind,” said the girl.
“It’s just the silence ringing,” said the deaf grandfather.
And the frog ran tirelessly, and the blue ringing rose already so high that the whole earth listened to him.
Why are you calling? the grasshopper asked the frog.
“It’s not me who is ringing,” answered the frog. This is the blue bell ringing.
- Why are you calling? - the grasshopper did not let up.
- What do you mean why? the frog was surprised. - Not everyone can sleep on the stove and chew hay. Someone has to ring the bell...
- And here you are! - said the Little Bear, once waking up and seeing the Hedgehog on his porch.
- I.
— Where were you?
“I was gone for a very long time,” said the Hedgehog.
- When you go missing, you need to warn your friends in advance.
Crow
A small snowball fell, then stopped, only the wind weakly swayed the tops of the trees. Grass, unfallen leaves, branches - everything faded, brightened from the cold. But the forest was still big, beautiful, only empty and sad.
Raven sat on a bough and thought his old thought. Winter again, Raven thought. - Again, everything will be covered with snow, it will swirl; the trees will get frosty; birch branches will become brittle from frost. The sun will flare up, but not for long, dimly, and in the early winter twilight only we crows will fly. Fly and croak."
Twilight came on.
"I'm flying," Raven thought. And unexpectedly easily slipped from his familiar place.
He flew almost without moving his wings, with a slightly noticeable movement of his shoulder, choosing his way through the trees.
"No one," Raven sighed. Where did they all hide? And indeed, the forest was empty and sir.
— Ser-rr! Raven said out loud. He sat down on an old stump in the middle of the clearing and slowly turned his blue-eyed head.
- Crow, - said the Bear Cub to the Hedgehog.
- Where?
- Out on the stump.
They sat under a big fir-tree and looked how gray twilight flooded the forest.
“Let’s go talk to her,” said the Hedgehog.
- What will you tell her?
— Nothing. I'll invite you for tea. I'll say, "It's getting dark soon. Let's go, Crow, drink tea.
"Let's go," said Little Bear. They crawled out from under the tree and approached Raven.
“It will be dark soon,” said the Hedgehog. - Crow, let's go drink tea.
“I am Vor-r-ron,” Raven said slowly, hoarsely. - I don't drink tea.
“And we have raspberry jam,” said Little Bear.
- And mushrooms!
The raven looked at the Hedgehog with the Teddy Bear with old, stone eyes and thought: “E-he-heh! ..”
"I don't drink tea," he said.
“I’ll treat you with honey,” said Little Bear.
“And we have lingonberries and cranberries,” said the Hedgehog. Raven didn't say anything.
He flapped his wings heavily and floated over the clearing. In the thick twilight with outstretched wings, he seemed so huge that the Hedgehog and the Bear cub even sat down.
- That's a bird! - said Little Bear. - She will drink tea with you!
“This is him, Raven,” said the Hedgehog.
Still a bird. "We'll call, we'll call!" he mimicked the Hedgehog. - They called.
- So what? - said the Hedgehog. - He'll get used to it. Imagine, all one and one. And next time, be sure to...
It was almost in the dark that Raven flew over the field, saw some distant lights and thought almost nothing, only widely and strongly raised and lowered his wings.
Merry fairy tale
Once Donkey was returning home at night. The moon was shining, and the plain was all foggy, and the stars sank so low that at every step they trembled and rang in his ears like bells.
It was so good that Donkey sang a sad song.
- Pass the ring, - Donkey pulled, - ah-a-breast-noe ...
And the moon went down quite low, and the stars spread out right on the grass and now rang under the hooves.
“Oh, how good,” thought the Donkey. “Here I go... Here the moon is shining... Doesn't the Wolf sleep on such a night?
The wolf, of course, did not sleep. He sat on the hill behind the donkey house and thought: "My gray brother Donkey is delayed somewhere..."
When the moon, like a clown, jumped out to the very top of the sky, the Donkey sang:
And when I die
And when I die
My ears are like ferns
Will sprout from the ground.
He approached the house and now had no doubt that the Wolf was not sleeping, that he was somewhere nearby and that a conversation would take place between them today.
- Are you tired? Wolf asked.
- Yes a little.
- Well, get some rest. Tired donkey meat is not so tasty.
The donkey lowered its head, and the stars rang like bells on the tips of its ears.
“Beat the moon like a tambourine,” Donkey thought to himself, “crush the wolves with your hoof, and then your ears, like ferns, will remain on the ground.”
- Have you rested yet? Wolf asked.
“I have something numb in my leg,” said Donkey.
“We need to rub it,” said the Wolf.
- Stuffed donkey meat is not so tasty.
He went up to the Donkey and began to rub his hind leg with his paws.
“Just don’t try to kick,” said the Wolf. “Not this time, next time, but I’ll eat you anyway.”
“Beat the moon like a tambourine,” Donkey recalled. “Crush the wolves with your hooves!” But he didn’t hit, no, he just laughed. And all the stars in the sky laughed softly with him.
What are you laughing at? Wolf asked.
"I'm ticklish," said the Donkey.
“Well, be patient a little,” said the Wolf. - How is your leg?
- How wooden!
- How old are you?! asked the Wolf, continuing to work with his paws.
— 365,250 days.
The wolf thought.
- Is it a lot or a little? he finally asked.
"That's about a million," said the Donkey.
“Are all the donkeys that old?”
- In our woods - yes!
The wolf walked around the Donkey and looked into his eyes.
- And in other copses?
- In others, I think, younger, - said Donkey.
- How much?
- For 18,262 and a half days!
- Hm! Wolf said. And he left along the white plain, sweeping the stars with his tail like a janitor.
And when I die- purred, going to bed, Donkey, -
And when I die
My ears are like ferns
They will sprout from the ground!
moon path
The days were sunny and light, and the nights were starry and moonlit.
In the evening, the Hedgehog and the Bear Cub invited the Hare to take a walk along the moonlit path.
- Aren't we going to fail? asked the Hare.
“Lunokhods,” said the Little Bear and handed the Hare two boards. — In such it is possible both here, and on the moon.
The Hare raised his head, looked at the moon, it was big, round, then at the Hedgehog with the Teddy Bear.
- Why ropes?
- To the paws, - said the Hedgehog.
And the Hare began to watch how the Hedgehog and the Teddy Bear were tying boards to their paws. Then I tied it myself.
The owl sat on a burnt pine and looked at them with round eyes.
— See? said the Hare to the Owl inaudibly. And he jumped up to try how he could do it in planks.
“I see,” said Owl inaudibly. - Now drown.
“You shouldn’t,” Little Bear said inaudibly. - I calculated.
“He calculated,” the Hedgehog said confidently, but also inaudibly.
“Look,” said the Owl.
And the Hare wept inaudibly and turned away.
- Let's go! - said the Hedgehog.
Rustling with planks, they approached the river.
- Who is first? - asked the Hedgehog.
— Chur, I'm third! asked the Hare.
The little bear went down to the water and clapped the planks.
The little bear went straight to the middle of the river, without falling through, and the Hedgehog jumped off the bank, ran after him and did not fail either, and the Hare did not know what to do, but still jumped off, and also ran, and caught up with the Hedgehog with the Little Bear.
They walked along the moon path to the middle of the river, and the Hare was afraid to look at his planks; he felt that it could not be so, that one more step, and he would definitely fail, and therefore the Hare walked with his head thrown back and looking at the moon.
— Are you afraid? - asked the Hedgehog.
“Afraid,” said Little Bear.
And the Hare thought that if he said a word, he would definitely fail, and therefore was silent.
“I swallowed my tongue,” said Little Bear.
“From fear,” said the Hedgehog.
- Don't be afraid! shouted Little Bear and fell down to his knees.
The hare shuddered and lifted its head even higher.
"Don't be afraid," said the Hedgehog, picking up the Little Bear.
But the Hare still did not believe that this could be, and reached the other bank, never looking down, silently.
"Let's go back," said Little Bear.
“No,” said the Hare. And got out on the beach.
- What are you afraid of? - said the Hedgehog.
- Let's go! called the Little Bear.
The hare shook his head, and the Hedgehog and the Bear cub went to the other side.
“Here they go to the other side,” thought the Hare. And they don't fail. But this cannot be. "It can not be!" shouted the Hare inaudibly.
"Well," said Little Bear when they returned. - Jump!
The moon path lay like a golden fish across the river. Her head rested on that shore, and her tail moved at the very hare's paws.
- Don't be afraid! - said the Hedgehog.
- Jump! shouted Little Bear.
The hare looked at his friends and wept inaudibly. He knew that the second time he would never cross the river.
REALLY WE WILL ALWAYS BE?
“Is it really all over so quickly?” Donkey thought.
Will the summer really end, the Bear cub will die and winter will come? Why can't it
to be forever: me, summer and Bear cub?
Summer will die before anyone else, summer is already dying. Summer in
believes something. that's why he dies so boldly. Fly does not feel sorry for himself at all -
it knows something. It knows that it will be again! It will die for a very short time.
and then be born again. And it will die again... It is used to it. Well, if
I'm used to dying and being born. How sad and how hilarious!"
The bear cub rustled the fallen leaves.
- What are you thinking about? - he asked.
- I? .. Lie down, lie down, - said the Donkey.
Now he began to remember how they met,
how they ran through the whole forest in the pouring rain, how they sat down to rest and how the Little Bear
then said:
- Is it true that we will always be?
- Truth.
- Is it true that we will never part?
- Of course.
- True, it will never be so that we need to
part?
- That's impossible!
And now Little Bear was lying on fallen leaves with a bandaged
head, and blood came out on the bandage.
"How is it so?" thought the Donkey.
that some kind of oak tree broke the Bear cub's head? How is it that he fell
just then, when we passed under it? .. "
The stork has arrived.
“Better?” he asked.
The donkey shook his head.
- How sad! - the Stork sighed and stroked the Bear cub.
wing.
The donkey thought again. Now he was thinking about how
bury Little Bear so that he returns like summer. "I will bury him in
high, high mountain, - he decided, - so that there was a lot of sun around,
and below was a river. I will water it with fresh water and loosen it every day
earth. And then he will grow up. And if I die, he will do the same -
and we will never die...
- Listen, - he said to the Bear cub, - don't be afraid.
You will grow up again in the spring.
- How is the tree?
- Yes. I will water you every day. And loosen
earth.
- You won't forget?
- What you!
- Don't forget, - asked the Bear cub.
He lay with his eyes closed, and if only a little
nostrils did not quiver, one would have thought that he had completely died.
Now Donkey was not afraid. He knew: to bury is
means to plant like a tree.
It’s impossible to talk to you, - said the Hedgehog.
The bear was silent.
- Why are you silent?
The bear didn't answer.
He sat on the porch and wept bitterly.
- Stupid you: we are with you, - said
Hedgehog.
- And who will be the Bear cub? - sobbing, asked
Bear cub.
autumn fairy tale
Every day it grew lighter and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you ransacked it up and down, you would not find a single leaf.
Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear cub. And he pointed with his paw at a lonely birch, standing in the middle of the clearing.
It will fly around ... - agreed the Hedgehog.
The winds will blow, - continued the Little Bear, - and it will shake all over, and in my dream I will hear how the last leaves fall from it. And in the morning I wake up, I go out onto the porch, and she is naked!
Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog.
They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch in the middle of the clearing.
If only leaves would grow on me in the spring! - said the Hedgehog. -I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.
What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Little Bear. - Birch or ash?
Like a maple! Then I would have been red-haired in the fall, and you would have taken me for a little fox in the fall. Would you say to me: "Little Fox, how is your mother?" And I would say: "My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come visit us!" And you would come. "Where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then, finally, I would have guessed, and we would have laughed for a long time, until the very spring ...
No, said Little Bear. - It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “What, did the Hedgehog go for water?” - "Not!" you would say. "For firewood?" “No,” you would say. "Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?" And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.
But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.
Well, so what! - said Little Bear. - Would you sit at home and think: "I wonder if Bear is pretending or really didn't recognize me?" And while I ran home, took a small jar of honey, returned to you and asked: "What, the Hedgehog hasn't returned yet?" Would you say...
And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.
No, said Little Bear. - You'd better not say anything like that. And I would say so...
Here the Little Bear stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off the birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then sank softly into the rusty grass.
No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that, ”the Bear cub repeated. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.
Why in a dream?
The best thoughts come to me in a dream, - said the Little Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch. They will never fall again. Because last night I guessed in a dream that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.
And sewn on? - asked the Hedgehog.
Of course, - said Bear cub. “The same needle you gave me last year.