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The Way of the Cross
Here for the first time on the road, the first of the exhausted:
—Deprive themselves of the last thing.
Cease to be "muzhiks."
Give up their horses.
And take their seats:
—Na mashinu, on the train.
They carry them away.
And in their place come on like a continuous wall, newer and ever newer hordes.
And overwhelmed Bobruisk trembles in terror.
—They suffocate us.
—What will happen to us?
Whatever will become of these people?
