Wait till the roast chicken is cooked.

I have been recalling this passage, and I finally found it today, yes.

Master of the big forest

Ustinovich

It rained for a whole week in autumn. Gray clouds are low on the big forest, and the wet wind is blowing slowly. The rain-soaked branches hung down. The river rose to the shore. The hunter and I rowed down the river. When the river narrowed, the ship suddenly hit a stump underwater and capsized. All the food and game were washed away, so we had to take shotguns ashore.

It's far from here. We are all covered in water, tired and hungry. Trembling with cold, I stared blankly at the hunter, hoping that he would find a way. The hunter remained silent and just twisted his clothes. "It should be on fire!" I suggested, but when I took the matchbox out of my pocket, I saw water coming out of it.

The hunter kept silent. He found some dried moss in a hole in a fir tree, took out another bullet, pulled out the warhead, and stuffed the moss into the shell, which was tightly wrapped. He told me, "Go and find some dry branches and bark."

I found it. He loaded an unloaded bullet into the gun chamber and then fired a shot at the ground. The moss from the muzzle was burnt. He blew up the fire carefully, adding branches and bark bit by bit, and soon, the bonfire burst into flames.

"You look after the fire. I'm going to play some game. " The hunter said, turned and hid behind the tree and disappeared. Only a few shots were heard in the Woods. I haven't found much dry wood yet, he has come back. Several grouse hung dangerously on his waist.

"Let's make dinner." He said. He moved the fire aside and dug a hole in the freshly burned ground with a knife. I plucked the grouse and gut it. The hunter found some big leaves, wrapped the grouse, put it in the hole, covered it with a thin layer of soil, and then lit a fire on it.

When we hang the clothes and the grouse is ready, we can smell a fragrance when we open the hole. We all ate. I don't think we've ever eaten anything so delicious.

It was dark and the wind blew over the top of the tree.

"Go to sleep." The hunter yawned and said.

My eyes are closed, too But how can you sleep on this wet and cold ground?

The hunter took me to break many fir branches. He removed the two fires and spread fir branches on the hot ground, laying a thick layer. The heating came up, it was warm, and we slept comfortably, just like sleeping on a kang.

At dawn, I said to the hunter, "You really have a way. If it weren't for you, I would have suffered. "

The hunter smiled and said, "In the big forest, you can't be like a guest, but like a master." You can use anything as long as you are willing to use your head. "