The Pripiat-river has withered The village of Kopachiii grumbled A crowd of Soviet workers was doomly marching under May sun
Scorched tools were rattling and clattering withing red-hot machines and sultry wind was carrying their rumbling through the village yards
The drudgery Building began; The tiredout workers were recovering their red breath. One of the workers turned round to the country-side and saw an old lady making her way towards them.
"It isn't the right place for your construction! Please don't build here, leave this place, this land is cursed! Just leave and don't you ever come back!!"
"Cries and mourn, explosion and Dust, under the red covering revenge for the laugh, gladness and death, the mother's black" the mother's grief
After that day in may sixteen years have passed she avoided everyone became secretive and evil
Cries of the wounded Tears of the sick, in the village the radiation harmed evrething exept her they thought her anger protected her from radiation
But it cuold be seen that the less angry she was the more she became sick just as others.