The sheet flew off.

"Ivas!" cried Pidorka, and ran to him; but the apparition became covered from head to foot with blood, and illumined the whole room with red light....
She ran into the passage in her terror, but, on recovering herself a little, wished to help Peter.

In vain! the door had slammed to behind her, so that she could not open it.

People ran up, and began to knock: they broke in the door, as though there were but one mind among them.
The whole cottage was full of smoke; and just in the middle, where Peter had stood, was a heap of ashes whence smoke was still rising.

They flung themselves upon the sacks: only broken potsherds lay there instead of ducats.