I pulled the small body of a bear cub out of the water, but what happened to me shortly after was a real shock 
As I was walking along a deep river, I noticed something strange on the surface. A little bear cub was floating there.
My first thought was that the little one was just playing, swimming. But as I got closer, I realized: it wasn’t moving at all and was lying motionless on the water.
— Probably drowned… — I muttered, reaching out my hand to pull it out.
I carefully lifted it to the surface. I poked it a few times, shook it, hoping it would come back to life, but it was useless. It seemed lifeless.
But at that very moment, something terrible happened Continued in the first comment 
Suddenly, behind me, came a heavy, low growl. Goosebumps ran down my skin. I slowly turned — and I saw her.
Out of the bushes emerged a huge mother bear. Her eyes burned with rage, her breathing was ragged. She saw that I was holding her cub in my hands and thought I was the one who had killed it.
With a deafening roar, she rose up on her hind legs. The ground seemed to tremble.
Terrified, I threw the cub back into the water and bolted along the shore. But the mother bear was faster. In just a few seconds, she caught up to me and swiped her paw across my back.
A sharp pain pierced through my body — her claws left deep scratches. I barely managed to stay on my feet, blood soaking through my shirt.
But fear gave me strength. I dashed into the forest, weaving between trees, until I heard her growl slowly fade into the distance.
When I finally reached the road, I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
It was in that moment I realized: you must never interfere with wild nature. Out there, different laws rule. And man will always remain a stranger.
