My friend is a professional geologist. A
geologist needs to go on expeditions for his work. On one such
expedition he brought home a bear cub. It happened that the bear cub
came to the geologist’s camp and moaned plaintively. The geologists fed
him and thought that he would go away. But he remained in the camp.
When the expedition ended, they had a
question—what to do with the bear cub? It was small and couldn’t feed
itself. My friend decided to take it with him. He lived with his family
in a region where there was a green pasture and few cars. At that time
his older son was three years old and his younger twins were several
months old. My friend’s wife met the bear cub with little joy. She was
afraid for the children. But the bear cub turned out to be very friendly
and was easily trained.
He enjoyed playing with the older son who
allowed him to do everything; twitch his ears, touch his nose and sit on
horseback. If the younger children began to cry, he approached their
bed, knocked on it with his paw and they quieted down. Soon my friend’s
wife understood that bears become adults quicker than children. She had
an assistant.
She brought the twins out into the courtyard
and left them under Misha’s care (that is what they named the bear cub)
and watched them from the window. Misha went around the carriage and the
children slept peacefully. As soon as anyone began to whimper, Misha
knocked her paw on the handle of the carriage and the children fell
asleep again.
Time passed and the bear cub became an
irreplaceable comrade at play for the children, and for the adults a
member of the family. The bear cub grew up and changed into a beautiful
bear. His eyes were never cruel. He didn’t cause harm to anybody.
One day an unfamiliar person rang the
doorbell at the house. He brought a paper, which he ordered my friend to
read and sign. On the paper it said that in accordance with the law,
mountain beasts may be kept in the house for one year only. There is no
point arguing with the law. The bear was taken to a zoo. The children
searched a long time for Misha. They called him, but it was impossible
to help them. It was the first misery in the children’s life.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Atida Shapiro
is an advanced beginner ESOL student at the Maynard Adult Learning
Center.