Love of Life

Two tired people went down the stone placer to a small river. “Their faces expressed patient resignation — a long trail of hardship” and the shoulders had pulled the heavy bales associated straps. The first man had crossed the river when the second tripped on a slippery boulder and sprained my ankle. He called to his companion bill, but he didn’t even look back. Soon bill disappeared behind a low hill, and the man was left alone. These two, alluvium on heavy pouch of gold dust, heading to the lake Techinicaly, which translated from the local language means “land of Sticks.” From the lake flowed a stream and fell into the river diz. Satellites there was a stash of food and ammunition. A man was carrying an unloaded gun, a knife, a couple of blankets and a bag of gold. Wincing in pain, he hastily climbed the hill but found no trace of bill. He went down and wandered the swampy plain to the” Land of the big Sticks”, picking up pieces of dry moss for a bonfire and tasteless, watery marsh berries along the way. On the evening he

On this plain man behaved a few days. Place was swarming with game, but the ammo he had, and he ate berries, roots, and small fish-puskarini, which he caught by hand and eaten raw. Three days later, the clouds enveloped the sky, the snow has gone. People could no longer navigate by the sun and lost. He’s very weak, and the pangs of hunger tormented him for several days, has subsided. Now he ate because he had to eat. Game around became all more. Soon appeared and wolves.

The man stubbornly wandered into the shrouded plain thick fog, ” unconsciously, as a machine gun.” He often lost consciousness, “strange thoughts and absurd representations sharpened his brain like worms”. The man brought the pangs of hunger which now became more acute. One day, when he came to, he saw a bear. People wanted to kill him with a knife, but I was scared. He was not afraid of death, but did not want to be eaten. Soon he came upon the bones left from the wolf’s prey. They a bit supported his life.