Book: Kalina Krasnaya

And nothing has changed in the world. Burned over arable land is a clear day, grove on the edge of the arable land was covered in green, washed by yesterday's rain... Heavily smelled of earth, so thick, heavy smell of damp earth that my head was spinning lightly. She gathered all its spring force all the juice live - ready again to breed. And a distant blue strip of woods, and a cloud of white, curly on this strip, and the sun in the sky - all was life, and pearl it over the edges, and didn't care about anything, and no one feared.