I really love going to the zoo. And as long as I can remember, I always loved. I like the zoo more than in the circus. And when I come to the zoo, I quickly run past almost all the cages with animals and “for a snack” I leave a meeting with the bears. Not with monkeys, like most of my friends, but with bears, brown and white. Even when we are in other cities, I strive to get to the zoo and visit the “out-of-town” bears.
In my opinion, it started with me after the tale “Three Bears”, which once made a huge impression on me. And now, standing at the cage with the bears, I imagine which of them is Mikhailo the elder, who is his wife. And when there are kids in the cage, I definitely choose Mishutka and imagine myself as their guest. I kind of play this fairy tale with myself and forget about everything else for a while. My parents understand my condition and never hurry with leaving.
And at the cage with polar bears I become a little sad, because it always seems to me that they are hot with us. Even when it’s cold outside, I directly feel that the white Misha wants somewhere far, to the north, into the icy water. But I do not think much about the fact that the brown, perhaps, pulls into the forest or some other space. Yes, they are in a cage, but for some reason it seems to me that they are living well and they do not want another life. Most likely, I’m wrong.