—But where can we look? said the peasant. The earth is great, and there are many roads upon it, and all the roads go in different directions. One man goes this way, another that way. It's no good looking.
And all the people around begin to discuss the hopelessness of the woman's position, just as if she were not there.
—Perhaps it'll happen that you'll meet him somewhere! says the policeman—but you can't get any information from the police reports, as you could in ordinary times. The unfortunate thing is she doesn't know where she is, and she doesn't know where he is. There's nowhere to send an inquiry form. A formal police report would be impossible to obtain.
—It's like being in a desert, says a peasant.
—A desert! I like that. All around
