But my back, already bent like a bony palm tree, stretched like a broken bow, I grabbed as in a dream the silver whistle and put it in my trembling mouth. With whistling, which went through the brain and the bones, the furious and sloughing snakes began to dance – they were wrapping around me, stretching their blown necks, which only seconds ago were wading in my blood and hissing with their long, split tongues. And I also in front of me in burning flames giant crocodiles, gasping for me, feasting on my flesh and my bones – gushes of my blood were falling on poppy fields – and myself, as if shot, always higher and higher rising. From my head condors, eagles, falcons, nightingales, larks and the entire flock of birds began to fly. And I said to myself: “These are my thoughts!”

                        (They covered the sky above me.)

And the clouds were swarming in their loose clothes like herds of rabid elephants, strong thunder began to hit and I saw the darkness above me densely scattered with fire arrows.

                        (It seemed as if the worlds were tumbling down. Some birds started coming to the ground, others were flying in airy distances as if haunted.)