Autumn had arrived. The weather was quiet and peaceful.
Little bear Motya sat under a birch tree, leaning against the trunk. Rays of sunlight filtered through the golden leaves and tickled Motya's nose with warmth. He squinted with pleasure. His heart felt light and calm.
Zin-zin.
A sound rang out above his ear. Motya opened his eyes wide, turned his head, but saw no one. "I must have imagined it," he thought, and sank back into the autumn silence.
Zin-zin.
It repeated, this time above his other ear. Motya flinched: "Maybe I'm sick, my ears are ringing," but just in case he asked:
Who's calling?
Zin-zin-ichka!
But I can't see you. Are you invisible?
Zin-zin-ichka,
A tiny little bird!
Try to find me if you can,
I'll call with my voice so grand!
Zin-zin! I'm here!
Motya followed the ringing voice:
What do you look like? Tell me so I can find you more easily!
Zin-zin! For my ringing voice, autumn has rewarded me with a little yellow dress.
The sound came from another direction.
So how can I find you among all these yellow leaves?
My head is black with white cheeks. Look more carefully, zin-zin!
I see! I see! How beautiful you are!
Motya exclaimed with delight. The little bird quickly fluttered from a branch and landed on Motya's outstretched paw.
Well, let's get to know each other – I'm a tit, and I used to be called Zinichka. The swallows and rooks have already flown to warm lands, but we tits are non-migratory birds.
Don't be sad, I'll play with you!
Dzin, won't you fall asleep? Won't you go into hibernation?
No, it's too early. When the snow falls, only then will I build myself a den and sleep until spring.
Zin! Wonderful! Find me!
And the tit disappeared.
Zin-zin!
Could be heard from a nearby oak tree.
Motya became very close friends with the cheerful tit. For two months they played hide-and-seek and told each other interesting stories. But the time came to part until spring.
Don't be sad little tit, I'll sleep a bit, and then, snore – snore…
Motya said, yawning as he settled into bed. But soon the little bear was snoring sweetly.
Zin, sleep peacefully, Motya. When you wake up, I'll definitely be nearby.
