Meeting the Fugitives
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They hide their very sick folk in their covered carts, fearful lest they should be detained at the relief point and:
—Be left behind.
They bury their dead at night without a service, afraid:
—To be left behind.
A simple breaking of a wheel causes terror to the fugitive:
—I shall be left behind!
—How can I overtake the others?
—They will go into the forest. How shall we find them in the forest?
And they go on, go on, go on, without rest, when their strength is exhausted, sick and dying, as if under the lash of a whip, afraid:
—Of being left behind.
Here a man can be lost, as a needle in a bundle of hay.
—I've lost my husband, he's lost—I can still hear the monotonous expres-
