Character: Yemelyan Pugachev

- I'm not a crow, I'm a crow. The raven is still flying.

Serve me faithfully, children, and I will favor you! And who will not - that my hands will not blow.

To execute to execute, to pardon so pardon.

Once the eagle asked the Raven: tell me, Raven-bird, why do you live in the world three hundred years old, and I all-in-all only thirty-three years? - Because, sir, replied the crow that you drink live blood while I feed on carrion. The eagle thought, let's try and we eat the same. Well. Flew the eagle Yes the Raven. Here caught sight of the fallen horse; came down and sat down. The Raven began to peck, but to praises. The eagle pecked once, pecked the other waved his wing and said to the crow, no, brother crow; the three hundred years to feed on carrion, it's better just to drink the living blood, and there God will provide!