On a bitterly cold winter's day, Ivan the Russian
is trudging home across the Steppe when he comes upon a Nightingale
- chilled to its core and near
death. A nature lover, he does his best to try to warm
it up and revive it, but, sadly, to no avail.
Then, as he is about to give up, he finds a pile of steaming
hot elk shit. As a last resort, Ivan thrusts the bird
in the shit, and goes on his way
Miraculously, the bird thaws out and lifts its head up out of
the shit and gives forth a song of joy and thanksgiving.
Passing nearby, a timber wolf hears this song, and comes to
investigate. Being hungry, the wolf scoops the bird up out of the
shit and eats it.
There are three morals that Russians take from this story
He who puts you in the shit is not necessarily your enemy,
He who pulls you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend,
If you're in the shit, for God's sake don't
sing about it.