One day, a nightingale spent the night in a grape arbor, and a tendril wrapped around its neck. With great difficulty he managed to free himself. After that, he was already afraid to sleep at night and sang to stay awake.
That is why the nightingale begins to sing at night when the vine sprouts, and stops singing when it withers. Then for a long part of the year he is silent and begins to sing again when the vines turn green again.
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