I didn't even stop to look at him; I heard him fall.

He dropped and was silent.

I didn't dream of anything serious.

I walked on peacefully, just as if I had done no more than kick a frog with my foot.

And then--what's all this?
I started to work, and I heard them shouting: 'Isay is killed!' I didn't even believe it, but my hand grew numb--and I felt awkward in working with it.