Alexander Belyaev. Haiti-Tajti (№ 314325)

By the fire stirring rags, and he heard someone's very weak but deep voice:
- What happened?
- Are you still alive? And we thought he had died, said quietly Bakala, referring to the rags.
Rags began to move harder, and it suddenly seemed a big hand. Hand thrown rags. Large, well built man sat up, putting their backs against the hands and swaying. His face was very pale. Red beard disheveled. It was evident that the white man - his face was as white as snow. Dull eyes looked at me.