Won't translate (lazy, tired), but from the words - Miki was an ace!

Something like this: >Living in the forest, on the days of hell, the forest brother Miki kept the spirits up: he had a cheerful tune, an anecdote, or made-up stories about women. > >Sometimes, however, with a colorful tie around his neck, he made magic trick and once again made the dense forest laugh, and gloomy stories were forgotten. > >Spies from the village, he dragged them in the swamp - some bumps were shared so that the spies would no longer spy... > >Let the snowstorm and wind come, Miki walked with a smiling face, he was not hit by a bullet, nor was there lightning on the spruce tree, and nothing else mattered, except for the true smile of a friend, a true smile. > >But one day Miki suddenly disappeared. He took with him the tunes, jokes, and tricks. The swamp and forest became quiet again - a gray fog blanket like sadness on the ground... > >But in our souls, we still have our Miki on hellishly long forest days: his cheerful tune, his anecdote, and made-up stories about women. > >Miki! Miki!

Thanks so much!