As we once bred a fire


Once we all went on a camping trip. When we went out, the weather was fine. But, as luck would have it, when we began to settle on the meadow to have lunch, the weather began to change. I felt something was wrong: the clouds began to turn into clouds, it smelled of rain.

And for sure! We did not have time to pull out the tents, as a shower poured down. After the storm rattled, I decided to light a fire.

To build a fire is a simple matter. When dry or there is dry wood. Now everything was wet. From the wet windmill only came acrid smoke, but there was no fire. The guys began to offer ways to kindle a fire.

“Gasoline is needed,” said someone very clever. But, of course, there was not any gasoline and dry alcohol for kindling.

And then I remembered the teacher’s story on the basics of the safety of life of Ivan Alekseevich about how to ignite the weather in bad weather.

We broke the dry spruce paws, which grew right on the ground. And within a minute the first tongues of flame told us about that; that lunch and tea will be hot!

On that day, I realized how important the lessons of OBZH!


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As we once bred a fire