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The Way of the Cross
Beyond Propoisk I meet a band of war prisoners.
Amid the grey-blue uniforms of the Austrians are a few luckless Germans with red edging to their hats.
They sit on a bank at the side of the road and look on with curiosity at the fugitives who for their part are not interested in them or in anything that they see.
The officers seem to be all very young, and judging from their appearance, must have been students before the war; several of them wear spectacles. They are seated in carts.
We meet further bands of prisoners below Dovsk and below Kief.
Here and near Dovsk the prisoners are from the German side, near Kief they are from the southern, the Austrian.
—What differences!
I don't know if it's an accident,
