Swamp. Kuprin A.I.

The book of Alexander Ivanovich Kuprin “Swamp” seems to be your attention.

“The summer evening is widening. There is a booming silence in the falling asleep forest. The peaks of huge combat pines are still aleep with a delicate glowing of the burnt dawn, but below it has already become dark and damp. The sharp, hot, dry aroma of tarry branches weakens, but it feels stronger through it the sugary smell of smoke, which was pulled all day from a distant forest conflagration. Inaudibly and quickly sinks to the ground, the soft northern night. The birds fell silent with sunset. Only woodpeckers are still knocked out lazily, like a dream, their deaf, monotonous fraction... ”