Old safecracker sat on the bench and tweedle. He loved music and he was trying to learn to play. Poor he came out, but the old man was pleased that his own music. Passed by a farmer and friend of the old man said:
- Come-ka you his violin something beris for the gun. From the gun you better come out. Now I've seen a bear in the woods.
The old man put down the violin, asked a collective farmer, where he saw a bear. He took the gun and went into the woods.
In the forest the old man long sought bears, but did not find even a trace of it.
Tired old man sat down on a stump to rest.
Quietly it was in the woods. Not a speck never crack or a bird's voice has not filed. Suddenly the old man heard: "Zen! .." Such a beautiful sound, like a string sang.
After a while back: "Zen! .."
The old man was surprised:
"Who is it in the woods on a string is playing?"
And out of the woods again, "Zen! .." - So much so loudly, softly.
The old man got up from his stump and carefully walked back to where the sound was heard. The sound could be heard from the edge.
The old man crept out of Christmas trees and saw the storm on the edge of the broken tree of a long stick pieces. And he is sitting under a tree bear grabbed one sliver paw. Bear he reached for the sliver and released her. Sliver stood up, shook, and the air resounded: "Zen! .." - I sang like a string.
Bear cocked his head, listening.
The old man, too, listening: sings well sliver.
Silent sound - bear again for his: pulled the sliver and empty.
In the evening, the familiar farmer again passed huts bear hunter. The old man was sitting on the bench again with a violin. He twitched a finger one string, and the string sang quietly: "Jin! .."
Collective farmer asked the old man:
- Well, what killed the bear?
- No - she replied the old man.
- Why so?
- But how to shoot him when he was a musician as I am?
And the old man told the farmer, the bear was playing on the tree shaded storm.
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