Prisoner of the Caucasus, or Shurik's New adventures (№ 398334)

... and when the whole flock flew South for the winter, one small but proud bird said: "Personally, I will fly directly into the sun." And she began to rise higher and higher, but soon his wings burned and fell to the bottom of a deep ravine. So let us drink to the fact that none of us, no matter how high it may fly, I never would have broke away from the team!