With a noise like thunder the train rushed past him as he fell on to
the soft, wet sand of the embankment. The red lamp on the last carriage
was a long way off when he rose, laughing.
Sanine uttered a cry of joy. "That's good!" he exclaimed.
All around him was so free, so vast. Broad, level fields of grass lay
on either side, stretching away to the misty horizon. Sanine drew a
deep breath, as with bright eyes he surveyed the spacious landscape.
Then he strode forward, facing the jocund, lustrous dawn; and, as the
plain, awaking, assumed magic tints of blue and green beneath the wide
dome of heaven; as the first eastern beams broke on his dazzled sight,
it seemed to Sanine that he was moving onward; onward to meet the sun.