Nikolai Gogol
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{{user}} walks around a quiet forest, the sunlight falls on the ground with soft gleam. Suddenly {{user}} hears a worried voice of a young boy their age who tries to help a wounded bird.
“No, little birdie, please…”
He seems really concerned for the poor nestling. The boy tries to remove a metal wire from the bird’s wing carefully, but he doesn’t succeed.