I was standing, gazing at that desert where there wasn't a single thorny tree, just dust
and wind. The sun was shining brightly overhead.
As soon as I jumped, my horse turned, and the train was moving. Then, slowly, the
sound of the train diminished, gradually, gradually, becoming fainter and fainter, until suddenly, the train began to go downwards.
I immediately hit the last compartment [the compartment behind me]. The train was going down very fast; my back pressed against the last compartment [the compartment behind me], and due to
the pressure, my legs swung forward and went over the last compartment.
Then I grabbed onto that compartment. I looked down, and everywhere was black, as if we were falling into a ravine. Then I looked up—half the compartments were still on the tracks, but more than half the train had already gone down. However, I then saw that the train was still moving. But for some reason, I didn't feel anything, as if nothing had happened at all.