Ice, ground and probably sky trembled when all that heaps of thick logs, rumbling and jolting, plunged down from the heugh. I lied near a huge log along which all he other logs shot. After the last of them reached the ice I got to my feet. The first thing I saw was old man Kravchenko who stood above ghostly pale and , shedding his cap, quickly made one sign of Cross after another.
"Ah! Frosya, somebody devoutly prays for you... You will neither burn in fire nor sink in water, you are protected."