Spring

I seat at my desk in class, close my eyes and find myself in a forest thicket. It's very quiet all around, the pine smell hits my head, and I go, not knowing where to go. There are no thoughts in my head. Sometimes a woodpecker knocks. There is no mosquito. Probably, it's the beginning of April, I could hardly meet the remnants of winter in the forest, all that remains of it is a feeling of coolness and white patches of snow in some places. Time has stopped. I can hear a blackbird singing its tunes. Everything below my feet is purple, or white, and I walk carefully so as not to touch the primroses of the forest. It'd be nice to breathe deeply for the future, to use at any moment of your life, especially when you are tired reflection overcomes, you can catch the taste of spring. The tops of the trees rustled, the old forest creaked, the spring coolness pulled. The mighty old-timers began to speak, the young ones whispered, somewhere in the thickets of bushes a soft but sonorous song of a robin was heard. I stopped to listen, and became an accidental witness of the forest drama.  There was muttering from the side of the swampy woodlands, where it is difficult to pass because of last year's grass and young aspen. Is it really a black grouse? I moved cautiously, and came to the edge of the forest. That's right, a few males were jumping up and muttering in a clearing in the middle of moss swamps, and a few more were sitting right there on the tops of blackened pines. Later, they flew down and also began to strut with an important gait, spreading their wings in different directions, fluffing their tail and frowning their fiery eyebrows. It was the first time when I saw a black grouse place. It was amazing natural action! The coughing females responded to the battle cry and flew from all sides, nimbly breaking into the thick of events, warming up the already militant males. The muttering of the birds increased, and they began to chase each other, getting into fights, pecking at each other's heads so that only the feathers flew. I could barely contain myself, trying to cope with the excitement. I should stand and not twitch, but I was throwing in a sweat. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a gun. I felt a penetrating feeling of some kind of joy, rare, amazing luck, which can be compared with the first independently caught fish, with the first trophy taken, a real enthusiasm. I wanted to run and catch at least one grouse with my hands! On impulse, I began to make my way closer. Then I heard the flapping of wings and chuffing very close. I accelerated my step along the hummocky lowland, bended the head and anxiously pushed the sharp branches of the shrub away from my face in different directions, when suddenly there was a crash from a stand that had fallen to the floor and heard the noise of my classmates' voices. The sun was already shining quite in spring outside the window and lowered its rays directly on my desk, which made it warm and sleepy. My smile and silent misunderstanding of what had happened arouse the interest of the guys, but I hadn't yet fully understood myself where I was, and what actually happened. Nikita was writhing next to me from barely restrained laughter. “Black grouse!” - I said aloud, scratched my head and stretched shyly. Natalia Anatolyevna looked at me and asked if I remembered everything today. Of course, I did. Anyone who saw with his own eyes a black grouse, would never forget it.