""Let him beat me, let him treat me badly, but let him relieve me of this goddamned need to deal with my own life," the bear seemed to be saying."
"For me, Communism was a wonderful time. I'm sorry I didn't have a bear then. People wee in better moods. They were happy. But nowadays there's nothing but frustration. Everyone's chasing his own tail."
"Ivanov's dream is to release the real predator's instinct in them. But how can that be done? "Of course, we could release some chickens and see if our bears would go after them," he conjectures. "But that would be contrary to our values, which holds that every creature deserves respect. We'd never do that."
How do you exercise that instinct in these conditions? It's a very good question, to which Ivanov has been seeking the answer for several years. And he has an idea. In the near future, he's planning to tie thin ropes between two trees at two different heights, to form a square. He'll attach a dead fish to the ropes. With the help of a special small motor, the fish will move up, left, down, and right around the square. And to satisfy his hunger, the bear will have to catch it."
"But what could our mother bears teach their offspring? Maybe just that when a truck comes along, there's going to be food."