This mine «disengaged from the soil» and to «set on the base» they drilled and shot the soil. To clean and fix the face faster I went to stoke. (The face has already gone too far and for the scraper operator going back and forth is a waste of time.) There were failures in the soil and the scraper scoop fell on a detonator with its knife.
Blast! Hit in the face and chest... I flew off. Complete darkness! And a heavy scoop is going somewhere nearby, rises to the roller and falls. I am deaf. Blood streams all over my face. The scoop pulls coal from under me. I do not know where the side or the chest of the mine is. Where is the scoop, where is the way out of the mine? I creep up over the coal grabble the crawl along it blindly. Blood floods the face, I do not know whether my eyes are smashed, I am creeping and creeping... The scoop is running somewhere nearby. To scream? The scraper operator would not hear - the winch rumbles, the conveyor roars. And the distance is about 60 metres... Halfway there is a «mare» (soil raised in hump). I climb on it and... Oh my God! What a joy! I see! I see the scraper operator's battery. The eyes are unharmed! I snuggle against the board and lose consciousness.
I woke out when scraper operator Ryabets came to me. He scented something wrong when smoke appeared from the mine. He came, saw me, got a fright and... ran away. Later he returned and helped me get to the phone.