>> Fadeev: "Destruction".
Later, they were surrounded by a primeval forestShrouded in the waiting silence of autumn, the eyes are full of gold leaves and withered grass.
A gray-whiskered red deer sheds its hair among the yellow twigs that are intertwined like silk. Cool spring water is flowing. The dew on the branches was crystal clear before the sun dried, and the leaves were yellow.
But the beast roared from the morning, and the cry was unbearably hot; It was as if in the golden gloom of the primeval forest, there was a behemoth that would last forever breathing loudly.
Turgenev: "*Earth".
A thick, tender trunk stood there, like some dark silver pillar, with light grey growth rings in the cross-section;
The small leaves of the trees were a distinct, uniform green, as if someone had washed them and painted them;
The young grasses of spring cut through a flat layer of last year's dark yellow leaves, sticking out their small, pointy tongues.
A number of narrow paths ran through the trees: some yellow-billed blackbirds, with a sudden cry of surprise, skimmed the paths, flew low, almost to the ground, and then rushed forward with all their might, and flew into the dense forest.
Boris Vasilyev: "Here the Dawn Is Quiet".
Behind the reserve position there was a small river, the water was shallow, but gurgling. On the other side of the bank was the forest—aspens and spruces in dense layers, staggered by the storm, dark and difficult to walk.
Inside, the clumps of dwarf shrubs resemble a natural green wall, and the view is cut off when you take two steps inside, and no matter what type of Zeiss telescope you use, you can't see through it.
I can't see its ever-changing nature at all, and I can't distinguish the reality from the depths of the dense forest.
Lemont: The Peasant
The forest is very old and very large. The combination of a long era and a strong force reveals a solemn atmosphere, dense layers, towering majestically.
It's almost all pine; But occasionally there is an ancient oak tree, a few birch trees with white skins and a mess of yellow leaves swaying in the air.
The lower jungle – camphor trees, dwarf horn trees, shivering aspen trees – encloses the trunks of the thick Korean pines, and the branches are so dense that it is difficult for sunlight to reach the groundAnd the little sunlight that rarely misses, like brightly colored insects, seems to crawl on moss and reddish withered sheep's teeth.
Giorgio Amado: "The Boundless Land".
Everything here is reminiscent of the origin of the world.
This roadless and mysterious forest, as old as time and as young as spring, has become in the minds of the people the dwelling of the most terrible ghosts, the home and refuge of wolves and demons.
They thought the vast forest was an incredible mystery. Standing at its feet, how small they looked, like a group of frightened little animals!
Strange cries could be heard from the depths of the forest. However, the most terrifying thing was the pitch-black sky overhead, when the storm was desperately attacking, there was not a single star there, and the starlight was used to welcome the newly arrived guests.
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