Already we had lost all hope of achieving a desired place to rest and settle down aijoimme in the rain and slush soaking the ground, when a travel companion noticed the fire flashing from the forest. What kind of a feeling of joy and hope the dark night of the primeval forest the white glow can give rise to traveling man, perfectly realized. Only once more across the river, and when we were visiting a log cabin. Dry and warm rooms, we were now tarjona. Juotuamme we do, which is Vartia old wife submitted to us, we went to look for a much-needed rest. In addition to us had also taken two shepherd yösijansa the same tent. Second of these seemed to be in a bad mood, because he could not bear that our companions, who were the joy that people have come to this house, kissed hard liquor bottles as well as to discuss something lively and loud, without offering him a sip. He expressed his dissatisfaction with an unclear growling, which is well-enough said Kontio way. This is her joy and fun of the mind would not interfere with any Farlers, I think, suffered, but would soon have a dispute, and expect from a fight. But the Russians do not like that. Finally, finally, when the shepherd nuriseminen became increasingly fierce, turned to one of our companions very kindly to him and asked, “what are you so sorry, taattoseni?” This he said in eljeillä and voice than he would have been willing to embrace and hug being described, which would have been a bit more like an intoxicated Russian.