Book: Quest for fire

His life merged with the life of nature. This life was full of dangers. Creation were destroyed; lives were bought only by force, cunning, tireless struggle. In every Bush Nao danger was: the teeth that could chew claws that could break. Fiery eyes of a predator threatened him from the darkness of the night.

She was in the Prime of his strength; the grass swayed, assailed each other like waves of the sea, Savannah swayed under a light breeze, cracked in the sun, radiated into the air countless flavors. She was formidable and abundant, monotonous in its vastness and yet diverse. Among the sea grasses, gorse Islands, peninsulas Heather bloom St. John's wort, sage, buttercups, cores. In places bare earth lived slow lives of stones, standing against the onslaught of vegetation. Then again stretched the plains, dotted with blooming hollyhocks, wild roses, cornflowers, red clover, and shrubs.
Low hills interspersed with hollows and swamps, where swarming with insects and reptiles. Somewhere fantastic cliffs raised above the plain of your profile of a mammoth. Antelopes, hares that appeared, then disappeared in the grass, chased by wolves and dogs. In the air glided bustards, partridges, floating cranes and crows. Herds of horses and herds of elk crossed the green plain, where slowly wandering grey bear with the habits of a big monkey and a Rhino stronger than a tiger, and as terrible as a lion-giant. Nao We hav camped for the night at the foot of the mound; they were not even a tenth of Savannah, they saw only the raging waves of the grasses. There was a flat, monotonous steppe. The setting sun melted into the gloomy clouds. Looking at the countless reflections of clouds, Nao thought about the little flame, which he must conquer. It seemed that it was enough to climb hills, to reach the pine branch to light it from fading in the West of the fire.

POUM appealed first to the son of the bison:
- Aga appeared before the son of the Leopard. Let him first choose the path. If he goes to the Big river, the Nao will turn to swamps, the setting sun... If the Aga will go to the swamp, Nao will turn to the Big river.
- The Aga does not know where he was going, replied hairy. - Aga is looking for a fire; it can go in the morning to the river with marshes. Is the hunter in pursuit of wild boar, knows where he is going to kill him?
- Of ago may change the way intervened the modes supported by the murmurs of the crowd, but he cannot go and the setting sun, to the Big river. Let him say where he's going!

In the clouds trembled in the wind and low to the ground and swamps were hanging motionless, the fragrant, warm air. The sky shook as the lake in which swayed the seaweed, Lily pads and pale reeds. Dawn rolled across the sky its foam; it has expanded, spread yellow lagoons, beryl estuaries, rivers pink mother of pearl dial.
Alamri, turning to the fire, felt in the depths of their souls rises something majestic that makes you sing in the grass savanna and willow groves little birds.

POUM was, perhaps, himself no less cruel and suspicious, than of ago and his brothers, but he possessed some qualities of a leader: Forbearance to his followers, care about their needs and rare courage.

Many of alamro Nao blamed a lack of severity. But the flaw in this fearsome warrior was for those who had neither strong muscles, nor agility.

Sons of bison raised in alhamrah vague discontent. This discontent was the first glimmer of consciousness of common interests in the face of danger.

He didn't like on people's faces an expression of fear; it makes people strangers.

Foum looked at him unfriendly. Nao was the strongest of all alamro. His shoulders were broad. Nothing was more agile and quick warrior than Nao. He defeated Mu, son of a Boar, whose strength is equal to the force Pauma. Foum was afraid of him. He gave him a humiliating work were alienated from the tribe, subjected to deadly.

Paleolithic tribes harbored a youth that will never return, the flowering of life, the energy and power which we can hardly imagine.

The sun came up. Its bright rays spilled over the marsh, penetrating the mud, draining the Savannah. They were the joy of morning, the freshness of the plants. The water seemed lighter now, less treacherous and dangerous. It was silver among the copper-rusty Islands; it was covered with slight ripples from malachite and pearls, she spread the scales of mica. Through the thickets of willow and alder could hear her delicate scent.

The enemy destroyed two cells; in the third, escaped during the flight, the fire was weak, paled, and gradually decreased. He was so weak that he could not even eat marsh grass; it trembled like a sick animal contacting a small insect of a reddish color, and every breath of wind threatened to extinguish it... then it disappeared... Ulary fled, orphaned, in the autumn night.

Even in the most difficult times, they maintained it, guarded it from the weather and floods, was carried through rivers and swamps; bluish in the daylight and crimson at night, he never parted with them. His powerful face was routed the lions, cave bears and gray, mammoth, tiger and leopard. His red teeth was protecting the person from the large scary world; all the joys they lived only about him! It is extracted from the meat of the delicious smell, made solid ends Rohatyn, made to crack stones, he encouraged people in the dense forests, the endless Savannah, deep in the caves. It was the father, protector, Savior, and when he escaped from the cage and devoured the trees, he became more violent and wild than mammoths.

... he died, he left life.