As Gervaise went to look for matches, she stepped into something messy.

After she succeeded in lighting a candle, a pretty sight met their eyes.

Coupeau appeared to have disgorged his very insides.

The bed was splattered all over, so was the carpet, and even the bureau had splashes on its sides.

Besides that, he had fallen from the bed where Poisson had probably thrown him, and was snoring on the floor in the midst of the filth like a pig wallowing in the mire, exhaling his foul breath through his open mouth.