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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Sometimes the eagle Ivan inadvertently adopted would leave gifts in his bed. It wasn't always nice to settle down to the night, only to be pricked by a nail or sharp rock. He'd glare at the creature and he used to deliberately throw the objects away, but the double-headed eagle usually came right back with them, so now he only disposed of them secretly. He only felt a little bad that she hadn't had a name. He felt bad that she might never be an actual eagle, since her imprint had been on Ivan. As she grew — she was five weeks old now — and began to look more like an actual bird, he perhaps was starting to warm up to her.
But then she'd drop twenty pebbles over his head while he was sleeping that both heads purposefully and masterfully hid in their beaks so he wouldn't make her go outside and spit them out before nighttime. A joy. But Ivan kept up with her mainly because he knew Selby would have done the same. There wasn't anyone else Ivan would rather be, but he found himself slipping all too often, trying to climb to a height that he had no faith in reaching. His grip just wasn't strong enough.
She was hurrying now to the little congregation that was happening. She enjoyed company, and Ivan himself would beg to differ on his part. He had to catch her before she caused something. He was embarrassed as he drew closer, that he did not recognize many of these faces. Catching the double-headed eaglet with a paw, he calmed her down and then realized what was happening: the fennec fox had an egg that was beginning to break. Memories of the eaglet's hatching stormed in his brain and he immediately took a step back, his jet black fur puffed up like he was being electrocuted. He could hardly stand the irony of Caustic narrating the thing.
"Be careful!" Was all he said, to nobody in particular. Ivan purposefully turned his gaze away from the hatching, backed out of sight of the crack, and tossed a leaf toward the side to distract the eaglet following him. He wasn't going to ruin another bird's life.
But then she'd drop twenty pebbles over his head while he was sleeping that both heads purposefully and masterfully hid in their beaks so he wouldn't make her go outside and spit them out before nighttime. A joy. But Ivan kept up with her mainly because he knew Selby would have done the same. There wasn't anyone else Ivan would rather be, but he found himself slipping all too often, trying to climb to a height that he had no faith in reaching. His grip just wasn't strong enough.
She was hurrying now to the little congregation that was happening. She enjoyed company, and Ivan himself would beg to differ on his part. He had to catch her before she caused something. He was embarrassed as he drew closer, that he did not recognize many of these faces. Catching the double-headed eaglet with a paw, he calmed her down and then realized what was happening: the fennec fox had an egg that was beginning to break. Memories of the eaglet's hatching stormed in his brain and he immediately took a step back, his jet black fur puffed up like he was being electrocuted. He could hardly stand the irony of Caustic narrating the thing.
"Be careful!" Was all he said, to nobody in particular. Ivan purposefully turned his gaze away from the hatching, backed out of sight of the crack, and tossed a leaf toward the side to distract the eaglet following him. He wasn't going to ruin another bird's life.