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of a Cossack who thrust her aside; again she disappeared uttering her last cry.
“Run!”
“Stop!”
The crowd, screaming and running, went on like a stony mountain avalanche. The sound of feet, the crash of horses’ hoofs against the stones, was audible in the general din. The animals wounded themselves against projecting pieces of wood and iron, until, finally met by insurmountable obstacles, they reared up on their hind legs. The crowd halted too, addressing the Cossacks.
Auxiliary troops are arriving!
The crowd was waiting. Behind it, at the end of the street, Cossacks and policemen on foot were approaching. Now the mob began to climb the wall, and so invaded the court-yards. The Cossacks surrounded the flying crowd. A few moments ago these men had
