This is my promised story about Gandalf. I was not sure where I should post it because it is not exactly what is meant for “English” forum, neither it for “In Russian only”, although comments may be in Russian. It’s just a little intro, and I don’t know when another parts will be ready, since I’ll have a little spare time next week. So it is more like a claim. Any corrections and suggestions will be greatly appreciated.
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Far, far away, in the distant northern lands, of which the spring barely came into possession, all the nature rejoiced the first pink glimpses of welcoming sun. It was only several days before that the new grass had crept out from the underground and now the sprouts were already boasting their bright green blades before the more sombre shrubs and trees. But the several birches and oaks had their time to produce small and feeble leaves from the buds; their fragrant catkins exhaled the smell that made flies, bugs and beetles fly, crawl and jump madly in all directions. And the pines on the nearby hills had never shed their needles, of course.
A young thrush was sitting on the lower branch of the birch that stood close by a small brook. He had returned home from the first long journey in his life and he could not conceal his excitement. There were troubles and cares yet to be soon in his life, as well as another sort of excitement, but for the time being he could revel the most plain pleasures of life. An old crown watched him disapprovingly from his usual place on a dark grey mossy stone and then made an awkward jump, flapped his wings heavily and flew away.
Had you had a time (and had you been there) you would have noticed a lot of animals swarming in the woods and meadows. There were grass snakes creeping along on their business, there were silent fishes in the pools and brooks. Squirrels were jumping from tree to tree; moles were digging holes in the ground; and rabbits... well, rabbits also did whatever they were supposed to do.