Mishka grew angry and angrier. He grabbed a birch tree and tore it up
by the roots, aiming it at the mosquitoes. He waved it and waved it
until he grew very tired, but he did not succeed in killing a single
mosquito. They just swarmed and buzzed a little beyond his reach. Then
Mishka took a huge stone and hurled it at the Mosquitoes, but all in
vain.
"Well, Uncle," squealed Mosquito Long-Nose, "I'll eat you up after
all."
The battle raged between Mishka and the mosquitoes. There was much
noise; one could hear the bear's growling from afar.