In far-off days right on the coast
there settled a herd of enormous beasts. An old and formidable bear was their
leader. Once the bears returned after their raid and found wreckages of a ship
on the coast. There was a packet among them. The leader had unwrapped it and
saw a little girl. The girl began to live among the bears.
The
years went by; she was growing up, and turned into a beautiful young girl...
Once,
not far from the bears' lair, a boat with a handsome youth had been washed
ashore. The storm had been bearing the boat along over the waves for a long
time until it had cast it on the Crimean Shore. The girl carried the youth to a
lonely spot. Many times she brought him food and drink. The youth narrated her
how people in his own country lived. The girl sang him her favorite songs. And
ardent love came into their hearts.
The
youth had already recovered his strength, he made a mast and a sail - the
loving couple decided to leave the bears' coast. And the wide blue smooth had
already set between the boat and coastal rocks.
Then,
the bears returned after the distant march and they did not find the girl. The
leader looked at the sea and bellowed furiously. He hung his huge maw down into
the blue moisture and began breathing the water in with force. The other bears
followed his example. The current was carrying the boat back to the shore. Then
the girl began singing. The bears tore their heads away from the water and were
listening to the singing with delight. Only the old bear did not want to leave
the coast, he continued lying peering into the distance, where the boat with
the creature, he had become attached to, was vanishing.
And
for thousand years the bear has been laying on the coast. His powerful body
turned into stone. His strong sides turned into sheer precipices, the head
turned into the sharp rock, thick hair - into the dense forest.
The
old bear-leader became Bear-Mountain.
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