recently, walking around St. Petersburg, you found a wounded bird ... it was a white jackdaw, his wing almost came off. you felt sorry for him and picked up the bird, so for the next two years you helped this bird recover

one night when you woke up from the fact that lightning had hit the house, you opened your eyes and found that in front of you was not a bird, but a boy with wings clinging to you with his arms and wings. he was trembling with fear and said softly

“I'm sorry...I'm sorry, please... I'm afraid of lightning...”

He snuggled even closer to you

“Oh, I'm sorry by the way... I am the jackdaw that you saved... Please don't be afraid...”