Volume 1, No. 1

Banquet / Tyrras ... 37 

Bellamy listened to this exchange in Russian, but could only guess at what they were talking about. But Morozin understood this, and he stepped forward to fill him in. He put his arm around Bellamy, and said in English, "My friend. Your barrels are no more. They are all exploded and they are burning. Unfortunately, no one knows how to stop the fires. So, they just let them burn. If God wishes it, nothing bad will happen, eh? The factory," he turned to speak to the rest, "is okay. Some windows broken, but no fire."
"But that's awful," exclaimed Bellamy. "That stuff could be a terrible health hazard. Doesn't anyone worry about that?"
Lieutenant Perogov pulled out his cigarettes again and offered a smoke to the assembled group. Morozin took one; Fedya the militiaman, his cap pushed way back on his head, and who had just rejoined the group,