Here too there were traces of operations - someone the scattered bones of the skeletons still covered here and there with the
spotty form and marvellously remained leather belts with become green metal plates and leather boots with decayed laces. Came
across and the bent automatic machines, pistols, plasma mortiry and even one Combinational Car, as become unfit for use
because of the rust which have gobbled up it. For some reason made room has avoided invasion of marauders and "black"
archeologists which would ruin mournful wood, would collect the escaped regimentals and the weapon to sell them on flea
markets or to exchange in villages for meal. But Maxim over the reasons of it did not reflect, simply having noted about itself so
pleasant fact, and continued to walk forward.
Wood has started to thin, in it extensive glades already came across, leaving on which middle it was possible to make out
the gloomy sky, instead of the bothered continuous interlacing of pine branches. Trees here, not so exhausted with struggle for a
superfluous beam of the sun, looked much better - without a mould, a lichen and a damned moss, with quite green crones and
not such harmful branches passing a head of hear of Maxim quite indifferently. Through a yellow carpet of the fallen down
needles any bushes began to make the way, however not disturbing to movement of the person easily stepping through naked,
sickly twigs and if they grew too skuchenno and there was no possibility to choose free from them a soil site Maxim ruthlessly
pressed them, broke, razmochalival the heavy landing boots.