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waves, covered with angry foam, leaving behind in their passage the victims of cruelty on the sandy waste.
The crowd ran forward, dispersed by the whips of Cossacks and the coming of horses. They ran in confusion and disorder, like a flock of scattered sheep.
It was possible to conceal oneself in the court-yard by jumping through the fence, but no one thought of that; all ran in the same direction, in spite of the lashes of the Cossacks’ whips, which fell on their heads and backs. A corpulent peasant, with curled hair, halted, and suddenly turning back, struck one horse with his fist. He soon disappeared be tween the compact rows of Cossacks. A woman, half naked and bleeding, threw herself under the horses’ feet. After a moment she appeared again, as if springing up from the earth, grasping the feet
