Translated by Vera Rich ©1996 Pulp Faction. Birchsap He departs for the zone as soon as the first snow is off the fields and the roads have dried up. Having spent the night in a local guest-house, he sets out at dawn. The roads to the zone are monitored, but it is possible to go ten kilometres or so before the start of the working day. No birds are singing. Frozen scrub grass cloaks the abandoned houses like wire.