Topanashka bends over, and at the same time tumbles forward on his face.

There he lies, the left cheek and shoulder on the ground.

The left arm, with which he has sought to support the body, has slipped; and it now lies fully extended partly below the head, the prostrate head.

The chest is heaving painfully, as if under extraordinary pressure.

Face and neck are colouring; the lips part; the throat makes a convulsive effort to swallow.