Мишка посмотрел, еще посмотрел, еще немного…и действительно их увидел!
– Как хорошо, что на небе тоже есть медведи, – сказал он и, счастливый, что теперь знает, где медведи на небе, прижался к деду.
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Where are the bears in the sky?
The little bear Bron climbed alpine and looked at birds, he liked to watch them. The weather was wonderful; the sky was so bright that there was a wish to blink the eyes. The bear was never jealous of birds. He envied nobody at all. He did not want neither to fly as a bird at all, nor to float as fish, nor to live as people.
Тhe little bear was absolutely happy with everything in the world, and the thing he liked most of all was being a bear. The little bear played and mucked about all day long, and in the evening came to the lawn where often rolled on a grass, and set. He lay and watched how the sunset melted, the sky darkened and covered with stars, he remembered about eating tasty raspberries, patting his tummy.
And here he heard a human voice:
“Look, over there… you see? That is a Great Bear”