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The Way of the Cross
We've never seen him since. And it's five days now.
—My husband's lost, he's lost! repeated the woman monotonously, still combing her hair.
But where did this happen?
—It was in Yaroslav province, sir. That's all we know, that it was in Yaroslav province. But in what village or hamlet, or where it was—we don't know.
—But it couldn't have been in Yaroslav province. You haven't come through Yaroslav at all. The town of Roslavl, yes, but not Yaroslav.
—That's what I tell them. Roslavl. And they're going all over the place, seeking Yaroslav province—says the policeman.
—Here's a paper that will help you on all occasions when you're seeking the way. Now, I've written down the correct name of the town, Roslavl.
