Hark! Ss-Ss-sh! .. Did you hear that sound, like a rocket whistling? Look, something fell on the top of the tree and broke several branches. Look, it's a hawk! He's dead, and the wound on his shoulder oozing blood. Chu, again! PN-sh-sh! This eagle. You see, in his claws the snake! Orlan stone rushed down. Flying it was so swift that it was impossible for him to trace the eye. Two hundred, three hundred yards from the ground, he spread his wings and disbanded, as a fan, a tail that immediately slowed down its movement. Then, a few with measured strokes of the wings, he rose slowly over the tops of trees and sat on top of the dried magnolia.