From the forest thicket, there is a howl of animals and a blacksmith - it can be easily recognized by the mighty shoulders with swollen veins - so he holds his hammer so firmly, with which he has not parted even before the current threat - silently throws a couple of branches into the restless fire. They fall into the fire with a crackle, swinging up the ashes from the already burned firewood and a cloud of sparks. A few falls into the dry grass very close by and a younger man, but...