"So that's what it is!" said I.
"Call my wife; she has not seen that yet," ordered my brother.
She was sitting in the dining-room sewing something and, seeing my
face, rose obediently, stuck her needle into her work and followed me.
I pulled back the curtains from all the windows and the livid light
flowed in through the broad openings unhindered, but somehow did not
make the room any lighter: it was just as dark and only the big red
squares of the windows burned brightly.
We went up to the window. Before the house there stretched an even,
fiery red sky, without a single cloud, star or sun, and ended at the
horizon, while below it lay just such an even dark red field, and
it was covered with dead bodies. All the corpses were naked and lay
with their legs towards us, so that we could only see their feet and
triangular heads. And all was still; apparently they were all dead, and
there were no wounded left behind in that endless field.
"Their number is growing," said my brother.
He was standing at the window also, and all were there: my mother,
sister and everybody that lived in the house. I could not distinguish
their faces, and could recognise them only by their voices.
"It only seems so," said my sister.
"No, it's true. Just look."
And, truly, there seemed to be more bodies. We looked attentively for
the reason and found it: at the side of a corpse, where there was a
free space, a fresh corpse suddenly appeared: apparently the earth was
throwing them up. And all the unoccupied spaces filled rapidly, and the
earth grew lighter from the light pink bodies, that were lying side by
side with their feet towards us. And the room grew lighter filled with
a light pink dead light.
"Look, there is not enough room for them," said my brother.