Kursha

Silence. People armed with shovels and fire-fighting satchels lined up along the forest belt. A strange sound was heard growing from the depths of the forest. Soon, the crunch of breaking branches became distinguishable, as if someone was breaking through the trees. - He's already here. Welcome! Ryazan region. In these places, they still remember the fiery tragedy that took the whole working village of Kursha-2 into oblivion in August 1936, along with people. Now there is a memorial cross in its place. The "redhead" also remembers, periodically appearing in these parts in search of new victims. In many places, the forest does not have time to grow up and young trees make their way between the trunks felled by fires. He returned in August 2022. A forest fire is tricky, you just can't fill it with water, other methods are needed here. To avoid a tragedy, all forces and means, from shovels to aviation, were thrown at eliminating the elements. The services of Moscow and other regions came to the rescue. The prolonged drought made the task more difficult. - All here, I jumped over after all! - mineralized strips protecting areas not affected by the hearth were watched around the clock by people, catching the "red" who was trying to escape. Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's cold. Dust, dirt, searching for air with tears in his eyes in a cloud of smoke. Bulldozers making their way through the heat to cut off the path of the advancing elements. The oncoming fell, going towards the front, burning dry bedding and oxygen. The technique stuck in the sand, breaking out of the ring of fire... No one gave up, everyone just needed a Victory! Silence. A growing rustling sound. A drop fell onto the dry sand, curled up into a dusty ball in fright. The other, the third. And now they are beyond counting. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, making sure that everything was in order and not a single settlement was damaged, hid, and the sky began to rain on the dying remnants of the elements.