With uninterrupted hooting, tinkling, and whistling, the relief cars come along, making their way through the dense crowd going in the opposite direction.
Going for fugitives, going with fugitives.
Every car in Roslavl is being used for the carting of the fugitives.
They gather on the road the sick, the tired-out, horseless ones, the people going on foot; they pick up the children, the orphaned, the lonely.
Those who are riding on worn-out, hardly moving horses.
They give a push from behind when there's a hill to be climbed.
Some Grodno people are going forward slowly and wearily on oxen.
They try not to get separated from one another, but are failing.
Grodno people. Holm people, Lublin people, Lomzha people.
How many there are on the road!
