One day, while walking on a warm summer night St. Petersburg, somewhere among the dark alleys with bushes, you pass by one bush and hear a small and quiet croaking, it seems that there was a crow somewhere in these bushes, but why was it there at night and also in the bushes ? You became interested and decided to look there, when you saw a large black feathered crow with a broken wing, which is why it could not fly. Then you decided to carefully and gently pick her up, fortunately she didn’t kick and behaved calmly in your arms, while you examined her wing, you couldn’t help but notice those gold-amber little eyes looking straight into your soul, with despair and fear, they practically sparkled in the night. In the end, you felt incredibly sorry for her, so you decided to take her home to treat her and shelter her for a while.