“Autumn was ending. The mouse became friends with the Old Raven, and he often told him about his youth: “Then it seemed that you needed to build the biggest nest, fly higher than everyone else, drive out those weaker than you from the forest.” Now everything is different. It turned out that in order to live a full life, you need very little. Just a strong branch on an old tree, some ripe grains and a sip of water. That's enough. - Tell me, if everyone should learn throughout their lives, then what and from whom do you learn? “You already know almost everything,” the Mouse once asked him. “Now you are my teacher.” “Me?” I'm so small. What can you learn from me? – The ability to enjoy life, every moment of it. The older I get, the harder it is for me to enjoy everything so simply, as if I were a little chick again. Only now I realized how important this is. I probably lived so long in order to have time to understand this. Thank you baby. Winter has come. The whole Earth was covered with a white duvet. Deep underground, in a cozy bedroom, on a bed of soft blades of grass, curled up, the Mouse was sleeping. He dreamed of his native clearing near an old stump, a gentle Snowdrop and his Mother...”