Duringthe funeral of a little girl,the whole city gathered to see her off on her final journey. The sad faces of her parents and friends reflected the seriousness of the moment, everyone was crying. 😲 😲
The priest began to read words of consolation, and at that moment a black raven suddenly appeared. It landed silently right on the coffin, its feathers glittering in the sun, and its eyes seemed to sparkle with a strange light.
Those present froze .Someone gasped, someone took a step back . Those present tried to drive the raven away, threw stones at it, but suddenly they realized that this raven was not just a bird, but…
At that moment, the girl’s mother raised her head, looked at the raven, and recognition flashed across her face .
“It’s him…” she whispered . ” It’s that same raven. He always came to our yard.”The people turned around in surprise .The woman took a step forward and said loudly, through her tears:—Our daughter fed him. Almost every day. He would fly to the balcony and wait for our daughter to bring him bread. She said he was her friend . She even drew us – me, my husband… and him. The raven was always there in her drawings.
Remembering this, she took out a folded drawing from her bag– it had been with her all this time. On the paper, in a child’s hand, three people were drawn : a mother, a father and a girl, and next to them – a black bird with kind eyes.
They all had wing-like arms ,as if they were one family. “He came to say goodbye,” said the mother, her voice now calm. “He’s not just a raven. He remembered her .”
Everyone present stood in silence, unable to utter a word. Something in this story touched the most delicate strings of the soul in each of them .
And the raven, as if hearing her words, bowed its head as if in respect ,and after a long pause, spread its wings. It soared into the air and disappeared behind the trees.
