I rest, I soak in the bathhouse, drink herbal tea and talk with bath brothers. Suddenly the phone rang. Wife in an agitated voice reports that at home, in the ventilation corrugated pipe communicating with the sauna, someone is beating, probably a bird...
Having stopped bliss and hurriedly gathered, I'm flying home to get the bird out. I'm already at home, by the pipe, I break the wooden lattice and carefully pull the black wing, and I feel that this creature is still alive. Home people all look with curiosity, what's there. And here it is in the hand. Ooh, it's a swallow...
As she was clinging and clinging to excitement, she clung her claws to my index finger. Daughter Dasha, looking at her in surprise, exclaimed: "Oh, how of Thumbelina!" And now I'm bringing her to the street, and for me that's all. I open my hand, and she sits and looks around, and a little waiting, takes off. And, about a miracle, she makes circles over our vegetable garden - one and the second; and I at that time baptize and bless her, and the third circle, and only then she flies out of our sight.
I know that I rescued not just the swallow, but my son Danyushka, who wants to be a pilot.