Once upon a time there lived Mother Nature and her four daughters: Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring.
Spring was the youngest of the sisters, the merriest and most beautiful. Her dress was sewn from young green leaves and delicate early flowers. With her arrival, everything around awoke: trees, birds, animals. Life began to flourish.
But one wicked sorcerer didn't like Spring. He loved her sisters: hot Summer, golden Autumn and snowy Winter. The sorcerer decided to catch Spring's herald—the nightingale—so that she would lose her way and not come to replace Winter.
The sorcerer began to craft an icy cage for the nightingale, and once he'd finished, he set off to catch the bird.
Early in the morning the nightingale flew out of its warm nest to sing a clear song and wake the bright sun, calling Spring to come.
The sorcerer seized the singer and put him in the cage. Not hearing the nightingale, the sun didn't emerge from behind the clouds and didn't illuminate the earth with its rays. And Spring didn't wake up either.
But how the children longed for Spring! Everyone was tired of Winter, and they all wanted warmth and greenery.
The children realised that the nightingale wasn't singing for some reason, which is why Spring wasn't coming to visit. The children asked a certain Craftsman to make them pipes on which they could play the nightingale's song.
This Craftsman loved Spring very much and, without hesitation, made them magical pipes. The children played, the sun heard the familiar melody and came out from behind the clouds.
Spring arrived! The snow began to melt, streams started flowing. The rays of the warm sun reached even the sorcerer's dwelling. The icy cage melted, and the nightingale flew free. And no one ever saw the Sorcerer again.
