Nightingale

Behind the garden of the Chinese emperor, in the forest, lived a small gray Nightingale. He sang so wonderfully that poems were written about him and books were dedicated to him. The emperor himself could not hold back his tears while listening to his singing - this was the best reward for the singer! But one day, an artificial nightingale, adorned with precious stones, was delivered to the palace, and the real bird became uninteresting to the people.
One day the emperor fell seriously ill. All alone he lay in his luxurious bedroom, tormented by memories. Oh, how he missed the music that would drown out the whisper of the past! But the mechanical nightingale was silent, for there was no one to wind it up. And suddenly a wonderful singing sounded outside the window...
The illustrations by Oleg Pakhomov convey the mood and atmosphere of the fairy tale.