No Headings. It Is Impossible！
I was alone in the endless corridors. In those same corridors ...A mute， concrete sky. Water was dripping somewhere upon a stone. The familiar， heavy， opaque door—and the subdued noise from behind it.
She said she would come out at sixteen sharp. It was already five minutes， then ten， then fifteen past sixteen. No one appeared. For a second I was my former self， horrified at the thought that the door might open.
"Five minutes more， and if she does not come out ..."
Water was dripping somewhere upon a stone. No one about. With melancholy pleasure I felt： "Saved，" and slowly I turned and walked back along the corridor. The trembling dots of the small lamps on the ceiling became dimmer and dimmer. Suddenly， a quick rattle of a door behind me. Quick steps， softly echoing from the ceiling and the walls. It was she， light as a bird， panting somewhat from running.
"I knew you would be here， you would come！ I knew you—you... "
The spears of her eyelashes moved apart to let me in and ...How can I describe what effect that ancient， absurd， and wonderful rite has upon me when her lips touch mine？ Can I find a formula to express that whirl-wind which sweeps out of my soul everything， everything save her？ Yes， yes， from my soul. You may laugh at me if you will.
She made an effort to raise her eyelids， and her slow words， too， came with an effort：
"No. Now we must go."
The door opened. Old， worn steps. An unbearably multicolored noise， whistling and light....
Twenty-four hours have passed since then and everything seems to have settled in me， yet it is most difficult for me to find words for even an approximate description....It is as though a bomb had exploded in my head ... Open mouths， wings， shouts， leaves， words， stones， all these one after another in a heap....
I remember my first thought was： "Fast—back！" For it was clear to me that while I was waiting there in the corridors， they somehow had blasted and destroyed the Green Wall， and from behind it everything rushed in and splashed over our city which until then had been kept clean of that lower world. I must have said something of this sort to I-330. She laughed.
"No， we have simply come out beyond the Green Wall. "
Then I opened my eyes， and close to me， actually， I saw those very things which until then not a single living Number had ever seen except depreciated a thousand times， dimmed and hazy through the cloudy glass of the Wall.
The sun—it was no longer our light evenly diffused over the mirror surface of the pavements； it seemed an accumulation of living fragments， of incessantly oscillating， dizzy spots which blinded the eyes， And the trees！ Like candies rising into the very sky， or like spiders that squatted upon the earth， supported by their clumsy paws， or like mute green fountains. And all this was moving， jumping， rustling. Under my feet some strange little ball was crawling....I stood as though rooted to the ground. I was unable to take a step because under my foot there was not an even plane， but （imagine！） something disgustingly soft， yielding， living， springy， green！...
I was dazed； I was strangled—yes， strangled； it is the best word to express my state. I stood holding fast with both hands to a swinging branch.
"It is nothing. It is all right. It is natural， the first time. It will pass. Courage！"
At I-330"s side， bouncing dizzily on a green net， someone"s thinnest profile， cut out of paper. No， not "someone"s." I recognized him. I remembered. It was the doctor. I understood everything very dearly. I realized that they both caught me beneath the arms and laughingly dragged me forward. My legs twisted and glided Terrible noise， cawing， stumps， yelling， branches， tree trunks， wings， leaves， whistling....
The trees drew apart. A bright clearing. In the clearing， people， or perhaps， to be more exact， beings. Now comes the most difficult part to describe， for this was beyond any bounds of probability. It is clear to me now why I-330 was stubbornly silent about it before； I would not have believed it， would not have believed even her. It is even possible that tomorrow I shall not believe myself， shall not believe my own description in these pages.
In the clearing， around a naked， skull-like rock， a noisy crowd of three or four hundred ...people. Well， let"s call them people. I find it difficult to coin new words. Just as on the stands you recognize in the general accumulation of faces only those which are familiar to you， so at first I recognized only our grayish-blue unifs. But one second later and I saw distinctly and clearly among the unifs dark， red， golden， black， brown， and white humans—apparently they were humans. None of them had any， clothes on， and their bodies were covered with short， glistening hair， like that which may be seen on the stuffed horse in the Prehistoric Museum. But their females had faces exactly， yes， exactly， like the faces of our women： tender， rosy， and not overgrown with hair. Also their breasts were free of hair， firm breasts of wonderful geometrical form. As to the males， only a part of their faces were free from hair， like our ancestors"， and the organs of reproduction were similar to ours.
All this was so unbelievable， so unexpected， that I stood there quietly （I assert positively that I stood quietly） and looked around. Like a scale： overload one side sufficiently and then you may gently put on the other as much as you will； the arrow will not move.
