Sit and wait for the rains. The officials are right!
Childhood Pyro
Perhaps, I will start this conversation very far away - from my happy Soviet childhood. The connection between it and the current fires in Siberia, as well as the serious political fire in Moscow is very conditional, and yet it is. Therefore, a small digression, about forty years ago, will be, in the opinion of the author, quite appropriate. You may have another impression, but here, unfortunately, you cannot please everyone ...
Like the vast majority of Soviet children, I grew up on the street, left to myself almost all the time, except for school and the obligatory preparation of homework. Yes, I knew about the bright, beautiful palaces of the pioneers - they were sometimes shown on TV in the Vremya program. There, specially bred children were engaged in excellent circles, made airplanes, robots, rockets, dreamed of conquering Mars and distant galaxies ...
We, the normal ones, played on construction sites, on the territory of the factories (I personally played on the territory of the plant of large-panel housing and ship repair) and in the forest. They played, to put it mildly, quite specifically: it was in my childhood that I learned to make explosive packages from improvised means, to impress girls with manual “nuclear explosions” of rosin, to catch snakes, to make improvised weapon from high pressure tubes.
Do not rush to throw stones at me: I really was a normal child from a normal company. Those who later went to crime and died of drugs, preferred to play in the basements, where they were caught by the district police officers and the staff of the children's police room. But we will not talk about them, unless some other time and on another occasion ...
But the most, probably, our favorite “playground” was the forest. The forest is good, real, Far Eastern: in some directions it was possible to walk for weeks and never cross the road, not meet human tracks. It began literally half an hour walk from the house, so we played there often and quite intensely.
Alas, I have to admit that not all of our games were harmless. Sometimes we become the cause of the most real forest fires. Not on purpose, as it were - it was this way that we were conscious pioneers, all other examples, and up to the sixth class we didn’t even keep a tie in our pockets. But it is very difficult to resist when you have a pocket full of matches, and around is full of dry grass and bushes, will you agree? Let's set fire and extinguish, set fire and extinguish. Sometimes, however, it was not possible to put out, and then a free forest fire began its march along the seaside hills, full of rare and red-booked plants, animals, insects and other living creatures ...
That is, as you understand, I know very little about the problem of forest fires from the side that usually remains in the shadows. I am the same arsonist, who must be "shot, hanged, destroyed, like mad dogs." This I quoted some nature lovers who are now full frolic on the Internet and other media. Just to be on the safe side: when you call someone to hang, think about whether it will affect your own family. This is not a joke: my parents had no idea about exactly what I was doing and how many times a day I was risking my life on average (solely by stupidity, of course).
One of our arson I remember particularly strongly. It seems to be nothing unusual: they set fire to dry grass near the side of the road, which was passing under the slope of a hill. The wind was blowing a little, it seemed, just to the side of the slope. Lush dry vegetation took up very quickly and the flame almost immediately became huge, burning, uncontrollable. Caught up by the passing wind, the fire rapidly went up the slope. Why did he go there - he flew up at him with a speed that was available except for the Olympic champion in running. From the fire from time to time came the heart-rending dying squeak of small living creatures taken aback — not like rats, not like chipmunks, or anyone else.
And then I suddenly realized that the fire is scary. My child's intellectual was enough to clearly realize that if a person were higher up the slope, he would not have any chance to escape. And we are also very lucky that none of our company of juvenile arsonists was in the way of fire.
It seemed that it was not only me who was getting through, because the more we did not play with the burning of dry grass in the forest ...
Nothing censorship
Now, when hysterical voices are heard more and more strongly that it is necessary to extinguish forest fires at any cost, sometimes located at a distance of hundreds or even thousands of kilometers from the nearest housing, I consider it very important to voice these memories. At least for one thing only: people, please understand that a forest fire can be very, extremely dangerous. And every flight to the fire of the forest guard employees could potentially result in death or even death. Just a changed wind, unfortunate relief, which is difficult to take into account for smoke and stinging, and everything - the wall of fire begins to rapidly catch up with the person, and no backpack “pshikalki” will help him, he will simply burn in terrible agony if he is not lucky to lose consciousness before choking.
And if we consider that often the larch forests are burning, that is, even if specific, but needles, the situation is even worse there. If you have ever burned a Christmas tree, then this is already enough to understand: a fire in a coniferous forest, the so-called “horse”, is spreading at a very high speed even in calm weather. And don't let the word “horse” mislead you - yes, the crowns are burning, but it's still impossible to survive down there, neither the temperature, nor the burning of oxygen, nor the huge amount of combustion products that kill everything except some plants.
Therefore, I can’t say anything about censorship “extinguish at any cost”, sorry. Just because it can be the price of human lives. And even with the scale of the fires sounded a considerable number of them ...
Already really sick of serdoboltsev, telling how the tree sore and how it should be saved. At the same time, the ass of the Serdobol is sitting on a wooden stool, he himself settled at a wooden table, his apartment is full of wooden furniture, and to top it off, he may be a vegetarian. But conscience does not forbid him to eat vegetation, after all, it’s not painful to the kohlrabi, but oh-oh, it hurts the tree ...
The area of forest fires in Siberia has reached, according to some information, 3,5 million hectares. The figure is terrible, but not everyone understands. So let's translate it into measures that are more familiar to us ...
A hectare is not a square kilometer, as some victims of the Examination erroneously think. A hectare is the square of 100x100 meters. Accordingly, in a square kilometer is placed 100 hectares. Whoever does not believe, let him multiply 10 horizontally by 10 vertically. Consequently, the fire area is approximately 35 thousand square kilometers. This is a lot, it is almost three-quarters of the territory of the Moscow region. But still it is less than burned out in record years.
Siberia is burning! Extinguishing volunteers required!
Now as to whether to extinguish or not to extinguish. Let's start with the fact that it is simply impossible to extinguish a burst-out Siberia with human forces. Neither the “flying tankers” IL-76, nor the troops of the brave paratroopers are simply physically unable to do this. Under no circumstances, I emphasize, even with the round-the-clock work of every single aircraft and people. Moreover, if the weather favors fires, their area will still increase. And nothing (I’ll emphasize it again) isn’t done with them.
Save can only large-scale rain. Or shamans who promise to bring these rains. But here, really, only to them and to address, there is no one to whom. Or do you want the officials to solve the rain issue? Well, let's make them do the most effective in this situation: turn to the shamans. Let the governors personally come to everyone and help to knock on the tambourine. Let Medvedev ask Chubais to make a nanotech tambourine with Internet access and an 9G router, and then he will dance with him somewhere on the banks of the Yenisei or Lena.
This, except for jokes, in this situation will be the most rational and adequate. Because everything else is even more stupid and funnier. Or worse ...
Yes, citizens, we must sit and wait for the rains. And the officials, who for a long time covertly sent us to famous letters, were once and for all right. I, who wrote dozens of devastating articles about our government, now I can only wish him patience and good luck. Send us the forest, Dmitry Anatolyevich!
And even better would be to announce a large-scale gathering of volunteers. Anyone who cannot live without the extinguishing of the Siberian taiga, promptly equip them with knapsack pshikalki, give a parachute, a supply of food and a compass and throw into the thick of it. Let the disease, stew.
Only it seems to me, there will be very few volunteers. In any case, Wang, that of the popular bloggers and oppositionists there will not be anyone ...
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