The heavens showed above their heads, a livid, dark-edged cloud from the west.

Horrible monsters and deformities were swarming in spirals above the furious horde, like a repulsive escort.

Poor Humanity, crazed with fear, was fleeing in all directions on hearing the thundering pace of the Plague, War, Hunger and Death.

Men and women, young and old, were knocking each other down and falling to the ground overwhelmed by terror, astonishment and desperation.

And the white horse, the red, the black and the pale, were crushing all with their relentless, iron tread--the athletic man was hearing the crashing of his broken ribs, the nursing babe was writhing at its mother's breast, and the aged and feeble were closing their eyes forever with a childlike sob.
"God is asleep, forgetting the world," continued the Russian.