Short stories: Musician. Mikhail Prishvin - Bear: Tale Mikhail Prishvin bear musician read

Many people think that you can only go into the forest, where there are a lot of bears, and so they will pounce and eat you, and all that will be left of the goat are legs and horns.

This is so untrue!

Bears, like any animal, walk through the forest with great caution, and, when they smell a person, they run away from him so much that not only the whole animal, but you won’t even see a glimpse of its tail.

Once in the north they showed me a place where there were a lot of bears. This place was in the upper reaches of the Koda River, which flows into Pinega. I didn’t want to kill the bear at all, and it wasn’t the time to hunt for it: they hunt in winter, but I came to Koda early spring, when the bears had already left their dens.

I really wanted to catch the bear eating, somewhere in a clearing, or fishing on the river bank, or on vacation. Having a weapon just in case, I tried to walk through the forest as carefully as animals, hiding near warm tracks; more than once it seemed to me that I even smelled a bear... But this time, no matter how much I walked, I was never able to meet the bear itself.

It finally happened, my patience ran out, and the time had come for me to leave.

I headed to the place where I had hidden the boat and food.

Suddenly I see: a large spruce paw in front of me trembled and swayed.

“Some kind of animal,” I thought.

Taking my bags, I got into the boat and sailed away.

And just opposite the place where I got into the boat, on the other bank, very steep and high, a commercial hunter lived in a small hut.

After about an hour or two, this hunter rode his boat down the Code, caught up with me and found me in that hut halfway where everyone stops.

It was he who told me that from his shore he saw a bear, how it flew out of the taiga just opposite the place from where I went to my boat.

It was then that I remembered how, in complete calm, the spruce legs swayed in front of me.

I felt annoyed with myself for making noise to the bear. But the hunter also told me that the bear not only escaped my sight, but also laughed at me... It turns out that he ran very close to me, hid behind the turnout and from there, standing on his hind legs, watched me: and how I came out of the forest, and how I got into the boat and swam. And then, when I closed myself off to him, he climbed a tree and watched me for a long time as I descended the Code.

“So long,” said the hunter, “that I got tired of watching and went to the hut to drink tea.”

I was annoyed that the bear laughed at me.

But it’s even more annoying when different talkers scare children forest animals and they represent them in such a way that if you show up in the forest without weapons, they will leave you with only horns and legs.

Still, it’s nice to read the fairy tale “The Bear” by M. M. Prishvin, even for adults, you immediately remember your childhood, and again, like a little one, you empathize with the heroes and rejoice with them. Rivers, trees, animals, birds - everything comes to life, is filled with living colors, helps the heroes of the work in gratitude for their kindness and affection. The dialogues of the characters are often touching; they are full of kindness, kindness, directness, and with their help a different picture of reality emerges. How clearly the superiority of the positive heroes over the negative ones is depicted, how lively and bright we see the former and the petty ones - the latter. Tens, hundreds of years separate us from the time of creation of the work, but the problems and morals of people remain the same, practically unchanged. All heroes were “honed” by the experience of the people, who for centuries created, strengthened and transformed them, giving great and deep meaning to children's education. Charm, admiration and indescribable inner joy produce the pictures drawn by our imagination when reading such works. The fairy tale “The Bear” by Prishvin M. M. can be read for free online countless times without losing love and desire for this creation.

Many people think that if you just go to the forest, where there are a lot of bears, they will pounce and eat you, and all that will be left of the goat are the legs and horns. This is so untrue!
Bears, like any animal, walk through the forest with great caution, and when they smell a person, they run away from him so much that not only the whole animal, but you won’t even see a glimpse of its tail.
Once in the north they showed me a place where there were a lot of bears. This place was in the upper reaches of the Koda River, which flows into Pinega. I didn’t want to kill the bear at all, and it wasn’t the time to hunt for it: they hunt in winter, but I came to Koda in early spring, when the bears had already left their dens.
I really wanted to catch the bear eating, somewhere in a clearing, or fishing on the river bank, or on vacation. Having a weapon just in case, I tried to walk through the forest as carefully as animals, hiding near warm tracks; more than once it seemed to me that I even smelled a bear... But no matter how much I walked, I never managed to meet the bear itself.
It finally happened that my patience ran out, and the time had come for me to leave. I headed to the place where I had hidden the boat and food. Suddenly I see: the big spruce paw in front of me trembled and swayed on its own. “Some kind of animal,” I thought.
Taking my bags, I got into the boat and sailed away. And just opposite the place where I got into the boat, on the other bank, very steep and high, a commercial hunter lived in a small hut. After about an hour or two, this hunter rode his boat down the Code, caught up with me and found me in that hut halfway where everyone stops.
It was he who told me that from his shore he saw a bear, how it flew out of the taiga just opposite the place from where I went to my boat. It was then that I remembered how, in complete calm, the spruce legs swayed in front of me.
I felt annoyed with myself for making noise to the bear. But the hunter also told me that the bear not only escaped my sight, but also laughed at me... It turns out that he ran very close to me, hid behind the turnout and from there, standing on his hind legs, watched me: and how I came out out of the forest, and how he got into the boat and swam away. And then, when I closed myself off to him, he climbed a tree and watched me for a long time as I descended the Code.
“So long,” said the hunter, “that I got tired of watching and went to the hut to drink tea.”
I was annoyed that the bear laughed at me. But it’s even more annoying when various talkers scare children with forest animals and imagine them in such a way that if you show up in the forest without a weapon, they will leave you with only horns and legs.

The old safecracker sat on the rubble and played the violin. He loved music very much and tried to learn to play himself. He did poorly, but the old man was pleased that he had his own music. A collective farmer I knew passed by and said to the old man:
- Drop your violin and grab your gun. You're doing better with your gun. I just saw a bear in the forest.
The old man put down his violin and asked the collective farmer where he had seen the bear. He took the gun and went into the forest.
The old man searched for the bear for a long time in the forest, but did not even find a trace of it.
The old man got tired and sat down on a tree stump to rest.
It was quiet in the forest. Not a twig will crack anywhere, not a bird will give a voice. Suddenly the old man heard: “Zenn!..” Such a beautiful sound, like a string singing.
A little later again: “Zenn!..”
The old man was surprised:
“Who is that playing the string in the forest?”
And from the forest again: “Zenn!..” - so loudly, affectionately.
The old man stood up from the stump and carefully walked towards where the sound was heard. The sound was heard from the edge of the forest.
The old man crept up from behind the Christmas tree and saw: at the edge of the forest, a tree broken by a thunderstorm, with long splinters sticking out of it. And a bear sits under a tree, grabbing one sliver of wood with its paw. The bear pulled the sliver towards him and let it go. The sliver straightened up, trembled, and in the air there was a sound: “Zenn!..” - like a string singing.
The bear bowed his head and listens.
The old man listens too: the sliver sings well.
The sound stopped, and the bear did his thing again: he pulled back the sliver and let it go.
In the evening, a collective farmer I knew once again passed by the safecracker’s hut. The old man was again sitting on the rubble with the violin. He plucked one string with his finger, and the string quietly sang: “Dzinn!..”
The collective farmer asked the old man:
- Well, did you kill the bear?
“No,” answered the old man.
- What’s so?
- How can we shoot at him when he is a musician like me?
And the old man told the collective farmer how the bear played on a tree split by a thunderstorm.

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Bear - Prishvin M.M.

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Many people think that you can only go into the forest, where there are a lot of bears, and so they will pounce and eat you, and all that will be left of the goat are legs and horns. This is so untrue!

Once in the north they showed me a place where there were a lot of bears. This place was in the upper reaches of the Koda River, which flows into Pinega. I didn’t want to kill the bear at all, and it wasn’t the time to hunt for it: they hunt in winter, but I came to Koda in early spring, when the bears had already left their dens.

I really wanted to catch the bear eating, somewhere in a clearing, or fishing on the river bank, or on vacation. Having a weapon just in case, I tried to walk through the forest as carefully as animals, hiding near warm tracks; more than once it seemed to me that I even smelled a bear... But no matter how much I walked, I never managed to meet the bear itself.

It finally happened that my patience ran out, and the time had come for me to leave. I headed to the place where I had hidden the boat and food. Suddenly I see: the big spruce paw in front of me trembled and swayed on its own. “Some kind of animal,” I thought.

Taking my bags, I got into the boat and sailed away. And just opposite the place where I got into the boat, on the other bank, very steep and high, a commercial hunter lived in a small hut. After about an hour or two, this hunter rode his boat down the Code, caught up with me and found me in that hut halfway where everyone stops.

It was he who told me that from his shore he saw a bear, how it flew out of the taiga just opposite the place from where I went to my boat. It was then that I remembered how, in complete calm, the spruce legs swayed in front of me.

I felt annoyed with myself for making noise to the bear. But the hunter also told me that the bear not only escaped my sight, but also laughed at me... It turns out that he ran very close to me, hid behind the turnout and from there, standing on his hind legs, watched me: and how I came out out of the forest, and how he got into the boat and swam away. And then, when I closed myself off to him, he climbed a tree and watched me for a long time as I descended the Code.

So long,” said the hunter, “that I got tired of watching, and I went to drink tea in the hut.

I was annoyed that the bear laughed at me. But it’s even more annoying when various talkers scare children with forest animals and imagine them in such a way that if you show up in the forest without a weapon, they will leave you with only horns and legs.

(Illustration by S. Kupriyanova)

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