Lowering his head and fighting against the wind which was tearing the plaids out of his hands, Levin had almost reached the Kolok and could see something gleaming white behind an oak, when suddenly everything burst into flame, the earth seemed on fire, and just overhead the vault of heaven seemed to crack.
Piegando la testa in avanti e lottando col vento che gli strappava gli scialli, Levin giungeva di corsa al Kolok e vedeva già qualcosa di bianco dietro una quercia, quando, a un tratto, tutto si infiammò, tutta la terra prese fuoco e fu come se, sopra il capo, gli si fosse spaccata la volta celeste.