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The Way of the Cross
—A boy has taken the place of a man.
The village has silently, silently, accomplished a great work—it has provided the army and us with bread.
At Cherneegof, when I went out for an evening walk along the boulevard adorned with antique cannon, I saw far away below the town the campfires on the meadows, on the banks of the Desna.
And continuously, all the way to Kief, stretches the provinces of Lomzha and Lublin on the road.
And to meet them come forward other fugitives.
The same grey figures in the same grey carts.
As if a uniform had been found for the fugitive.
—Where are you from?
—From the province of Volhynia.
Northern provinces tend southward, the southern, for some reason, northward.
