Hello friends ! I drew a drawing on one legend and on the existing mountain in the Crimea Bear Mountain. And I painted in the literal sense of Bear Mountain!

And now I want to share with you this interesting legend!

In remote times, a herd of huge animals settled on the seashore. The leader led them - an old and formidable bear. Once bears returned from a raid and found the wreck of a ship on the shore.

Among them lay a bundle. The old leader turned him around and saw a little girl. The girl began to live among the bears.

Years passed, she grew up and turned into a beautiful girl.

One day, not far from the bear's den, a boat with a young handsome boy was washed ashore. The storm wore its prow on the waves for a long time, until it threw it onto the Crimean coast. The girl transferred the young man to a secluded place. Many times she brought the young man food and drink. The young man told her how people live in his native lands. The girl sang for him his favorite songs. And these days fervent love entered the hearts of both ...

The young man was already strong, he made a mast, made a sail - the lovers decided to leave the bear coast. Already between the boat and the coastal cliffs lay a wide blue surface ...

Then the bears returned to the shore from a distant campaign and did not find the girl. The leader looked at the sea and roared fiercely. He dropped a huge mouth into the blue moisture and began to force the water in with force. His example was followed by the rest. The current carried the prow back to shore.

And the girl sang. As soon as the beasts heard her voice, they raised their heads from the water and heard it. Only the old leader continued his work. Even deeper, he plunged his front paws and face into the cold waves. The sea raged at his mouth, pouring into it in wide streams.

The girl condemned the song with all the powers of earth and heaven to defend her first, pure love. She begged the old bear to spare the young man. And so hot was the plea of ​​the girl that the terrible beast stopped pulling the water in itself. But he did not want to leave the coast, continued to lie, peering into the distance, where the canoe with the creature to which he had become attached disappeared.

And there is an old bear on the shore for thousands of years. Petrified his mighty body. Powerful sides turned into steep precipices, a high back became the top of a mountain reaching the clouds, the head became a sharp rock, thick wool turned into a dense forest. The old bear leader became the Bear Mountain.

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