I am a swan, an ordinary swan, and I want to tell you a story about me, which happened a long time ago. ...
One spring, I moved back to my hometown with the "army", and suddenly a cold wave came and the north wind roared. We had to land near Lake Baikal in Russia. I saw there was heavy snow, the lake was frozen, and we were all shivering with cold. From time to time there was a buzz among the geese: "What should I do if it's so cold?" The lake is frozen and there is nothing to eat. What should I do? "It seems that now is really not a good time for us to leave!" ……
"Instead of waiting for death here, it is better to break the ice and fish and eat shrimp!" An old man, the patriarch, came forward and shouted. He jumped into the air and suddenly fell to the ground like a meteor and rushed to the lake. Then, he bumped into it for the second and third time ... I saw feathers floating and blood on the ice ... but the patriarch stubbornly bumped into it ... We were dumbfounded. At this time, several young geese took the lead in breaking the ice. "I also want to contribute to the goose!" Other geese scrambled to say. Soon, one hundred geese all finished their work. "I'll go too!" I said. At that time, like other geese, I jumped into the air and lowered my head, "Ah!" Severe pain. I continued with pain, and a drop of blood fell on the ice. I felt a feather fall in the air and a pain stung my heart. ...
The water surface is slowly expanding, and soon, we hit a large area of water and stopped working almost at the same time. We are happy to watch "Shengli" jump into the water and prey on delicious fish and shrimp. How happy we are!
Only then did I notice that there was a hunter on the shore, but he didn't shoot, but hung his gun on his shoulder and left quietly. When we came to Lake Baikal again a few years later, we never saw him again. ...