Arkady Strugatsky

He fell on his hands, somersaulted, jumped up, and ran hunched over, seeing nothing, counting on his memory and luck, into the narrow passageway between cases of bottles, knocking them over as he went past, hearing them fall and shatter in the passage behind him.

Otherwise we would have had to let him know that Gagrida's brigade had also been wiped out. It had been caught on a lateral road by carpet bombing last night, and we spent two hours clearing the roadway of fragments of cars and trucks and obstructions of lukewarm flesh, chasing away the madmen who were seeking shelter by crawling under trucks. All we found of Gagrida himself was a general's cap, stiff with blood 1 felt a chill run up my spine when I remembered, and I unconsciously looked up at the sky, feeling relieved to see it so low, so gray, so cheerless.