After passing between the rows of private garages hundred meters, we were in the woods. But wildfires have turned this place near the plant and buildings in the village impassable rubble from the charred trunks of pine, birch, aspen.
Photo: Andrew Fedichkin
At the end of the village Karbolit – the final stop of all buses. After passing between the rows of private garages hundred meters, we were in the woods. But wildfires have turned this place near the plant and buildings in the village impassable rubble from the charred trunks of pine, birch, aspen.
We made our way, overcoming fallen together with the roots of the trees along the path leading deep into the forest Zuevsky. The trail remains as a memory aid cadets fire schools in Voronezh and Nizhny Novgorod, working for the elimination of forest fires. They dig small trenches to bayonet shovels, the perimeter covered by forest fire.
Sergei left me in an open meadow, on the edge of Gorelnik, and he reached into his center, shouting: «Hop, hop!» and trying to evict the animal.
Hare he still drove, but he ran a very different way, far away from mine clearing. Traces of our hare led away from the village, into the forest, and again in the burnt forest on a small swamp. The soil here was peaty. The fire damaged the roots of trees, and gradually under the pressure of the wind out of them formed a blockage. I put me here «just in case», My partner went to bypass the swamp around.
Over two decades, I have hunted with Sergei. He had an amazing ability to track, find, produce any animal – whether the hare, grouse, wild boar and elk.
I stood and listened to Sergei noise at the other end of the swamp, making his way through the rubble, tapping his stick on the trunks of fallen trees have not. Here he appeared on my left, closing the circle.
– I do not go? – adjusting strap haversack, he said.
– Well no. Nothing seen.
– Stand here! I will get to the center of the swamp – No trace output.
And I once again tense, standing among the birch and aspen, he turned his head and looked through Progal left and right of Gorelnik. He is seen as Sergei slowly made his way to the right of me, certainly in the wake of a hare.
As it turned out, the hare came jumping out of the circle, ran along the road, jumped her and left…
Standing on the trail, we started the trail. Traces going towards karbolit and brought to the edge of the big swamp, overgrown with reeds and rushes.
On the opposite side, almost at the fence of the factory was a dump. On the left, closer to the lake Isaakovskomu, another burnt forest with trees fallen out.
In that year the summer steaming swamp. Once sent to the fire car that tried to pass through the dump to the fire. Did not work out. In the heart of the dump one wheel punctured and had to be sent to the rescue of the second car.
The proximity of houses and fire hazard landfills containing chemical waste, forced to apply for fire fighting helicopter. I had a chance to take part in this work. For the Ka-26 on a long rope attached water inlet. The helicopter hovered over Isaakovskom lake, reduced the capacity of the water deepens and filling it up. The second pilot observer fixed weight to draw water: 2.8 tons, 3.1 tons. If unsuccessful fences could be heard in the headphones: 1.9 or 2 tonnes. We flew in a straight line to the fire, on the edge of the fire water fan «drizzled» down and the helicopter came back again over the lake.
At the next water intake was not without incident. The fact that along the western shore of the lake were ancient pines, miraculously preserved in a recreation area. Forestry did not touch them. The pilot, filling the container with water, the helicopter began to lift, and a long rope with a weight at the end of swinging like a pendulum forward, and suddenly a bucket its edges touched the crown of a pine. For a moment caught on the thick branches, the helicopter jerked as if someone had was holding the leash. Later, on the ground, where there was a playground for the helicopters, I began to tell us how «great jolted»When we are caught in the tree. One of the pilots quietly pulled my jacket over the back, making it clear: shut up! ..
And here I am standing with a gun on the edge of the swamp. Sergei left. Ahead of me – solid gray mass of low bushes, behind – Wall of pine. Probably not more than 10–12 meters.
I stood and waited, looking at the remains of planting cedar crest of furrows. The attempt to introduce into the plants also cedar is a failure, and even on the edge of the swamp. Cedar stood oppressed overgrown and reaching the second tier of bushes. From these seedlings survived one-sided units, and it was just a pity works foresters.
To the left of me, something flashed, first among the willows, and then in a small Progal. Shot at random, no results found. Paste into your Sauer second patron, he moved forward and the fuse went to the place. The loose snow lying hare – It was visible only by its gray back.
On the trail of the hare came up to me, Sergei.
– Yes, that’s lying!
Sergei rather tired and asked to rest. For a long time he led me through the woods until he found what he was looking. And he sought mundane pine damaged disease «cancer-seryanka» barrel.
When everything that can burn, snowing, try to kindle the fire! But Sergei quickly ax chopped resinous splinters, boots scattered snow and built a fire. Nabil pot with snow, waited until it melts, add more boiled water, and cast in her tea leaves, once again held the pot over the fire. Rested and refreshed, he led me farther into the woods, where there was no burnt wood and walking only prevented snow.
I do not know, a flair for the birds, eh, Sergei, or a gift of foresight? But we have reached a certain gross ditch, and he said:
– Stand on this hill, and I’ll go a little further.
Got up. The forest as a forest, nothing special. However, ahead of fifty meters, the dam of the pines.
Hare flush out Sergei, just popped out and, to my dismay, not rushed at me and left. I saw how he flitted among the trees. Out of desperation, not hoping for anything, he fired in the wrong direction. Hare has disappeared behind the trees and… What?! Along the ditch at the edge of where I was standing, jumping he sped me this hare.
So maybe I got on the second rabbit, which had dragged Sergei.
Why after a shot hare so sharply changed direction and walked along the ditch, remained a mystery.
Yuri Sotskii, Orekhovo-Zuevo5 december 2011 at 00:00