once in the woods when I went on a hunting trip, I saw a hare. I already wanted him to shoot. But he said, No ! I felt sorry зайчишку. Though he merged his snow-white fur with white snow, it could easily catch other animals. I tried to approach him, but he escaped. Seeing that I am he tried to come. We long with him went around each other. But then he got scared of the crunch of branches on which I came and ran away. when he hid himself behind a Bush as if he smiled at me and I told him in the answer.
