[A thin crescent of young moon gave no light but helped to hold a line, I stumbled, fell, recovered my feet. Then again and again.]
This time I already couldn't get up. I dropped the backpack, the cap fell off the head. I started crawling gasping air with the open mouth and only wished the moon not to set a bit longer... And suddenly a cow roared somewhere just round the corner. No heavenly symphony would be able to budge me! But now I got up so swiftly that if Death had already bent over me perhaps I chinned it with the back of my head. Now it dawned upon me that the wood got thinner as it was logged off, round the corner there was a fenced pasture and further on a village.