I walked through the famous Big Fire. There taiga burned down in the previous century. The entire fire site got waterlogged. Almost nothing grows there. Burnt stumps made spine-chilling impression. It should be taken into account that I was ill and in fever. Anything might appear. Burnt trunks seemed to be the figures of moving negroes, wrestling or going towards me. And it also seemed to me that someone strange and invisible was following me whispering something incomprehensible... I swiftly turned round and certainly found nobody.