... I do not know why I have not gone mad. I looked and saw what that earthling tears his clothes and falls face down, the other loudly sing psalms, another gnaws his veins – and looks at the current of the blood. Dressed in a white woman falling, slipping, it immediately set upon from all sides howling shadows ... Suddenly, a white astronaut catches flat on the bottom of the ditch, pulling the girl along. Fire tornadoes crossed in the night somewhere over their heads.