“... For a moment, for example, a separate smoking pine tree appeared and then disappeared from view... Occasionally there were islands of greenery, bordered at the edges by flames glistening through the smoke... some kind of winding ribbon, a little lighter in color, stretched through black space on the ground, making smooth turns in one direction or the other. I didn’t immediately realize that this was a forest river, along the banks of which only the tops of the trees were burned, and the lower part of the crown, located close to the water, remained green, only dried out very much, as if in late autumn. Several black rectangles, randomly scattered on the bank of this burnt forest rivers, could not be anything more than a small village, burned to the ground, through the smoke one could discern a glistening fire on the dying logs. Below us was a dead forest...”