Ivan Tsarevich walked through the forest, suddenly looking at the rabbit under the bush. He grabbed the arrow, targeted the rabbit... And the rabbit only looks at him sadly, and does not say a word.
Why are you silent, Rabbit? Why don’t you ask me to have pity, to let go home, to the little children? Will you ever be useful to me again?
- You laugh? replied the rabbit sadly. - Well what is the use of me, the dishes myself? Only valuable fur gives two or three kilograms of meat. I have nothing to buy from you. I do not have small children.
He breathed and added with hope:
If you can, don’t kill me, right? Please please.