24
The Way of the Cross
invoice for it. But only half arrives. The fugitives have stopped the wagons on the road and taken away what they wanted.
At one of the points on the road I met a substantial local farmer.
He was selling unground oats.
No dearer than five copecks above the price of hay a pood.
—It doesn't matter how cheap it is, cried he in despair. The fugitives rob the wagons all the same.
At another point I was told of a local landowner:
—He goes about with a revolver. The fugitives have dug up more than a hundred acres of potatoes belonging to him.
There's no stopping people who've come to the end of things.
Near Gomel a by-road goes over a ravine, and the fugitives puilled the bridge to bits.
