The hell was silent and is strictly geometrically limited. Any sound grandiose dancing of fires and the smokes, any tongue of
flame did not give out itself, any club of a smoke did not get for any limits, and, having got accustomed, Kondratyev has
found out that all extensive space of a hell leaving far to horizon is covered by hardly appreciable transparent cap which
edges left in concrete - if it there was a concrete, - covering a hollow bottom. Then Kondratyev has seen that this cap was
double and even, apparently, threefold because from time to time in air over a hollow flat reflexions, possibly, reflexions of
flashes from an internal surface of the top cap flashed. The hollow was deep, its abrupt, equal walls revetted with a smooth
grey material, left in depth at least hundreds metres.
"Roof" of an immense ceiling towered over a bottom of a hollow no more than metres on fifty. Probably, it also was the
Yellow factory about which warned inscriptions on indexes. Kondratyev has sat down on a grass, has combined hands in a
lap and began to look in a cap.
The sun has come, on grey slopes of a hollow multi-coloured reflected lights have begun to jump. Very soon Kondratyev has
noticed that in storming infernal kitchen the chaos reigns not undividedly. In a smoke and fire continually there were any
correct accurate shades, motionless, promptly moving.
To make out them properly it was very difficult, but once the smoke has suddenly dissipated for some instants, and
Kondratyev has seen the clearly enough complex car similar to a spider-senokostsa. The car jumped up on a place as if tried
to pull out feet from viscous fiery weight or kneaded the long brilliant joints this boiling weight. Then something has flashed
under it, and it was again clouded by clouds of an orange smoke.
Over Kondratyev's head with snorting has passed the small helicopter.
Kondratyev has lifted eyes and has watched him leave. The helicopter has departed over a cap, then has suddenly wagged
aside and a stone has failed downwards. Kondratyev has gasped and has jumped on feet. The helicopter already stood on
cap "roof". It seemed, it has simply motionlessly hung over tongues of flame. The helicopter left the tiny black little man, has
bent down, resting hands against knees, and began to look in a hell.