Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/76

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The Way of the Cross

We stop the car—the forest is full of rustlings and noises.

Human sounds are heard—here and there an axe resounds, bonfires crackle.

I stop for a little and go into the forest.

I make my way through the branches—there is a hewn glade around which the thicket stands like a wall.

A covered cart, a camp-fire; all is quiet.

Nothing is heard save the champing of the horses, munching hay.

Around the fire in silence sits a family.

The first thing that meets the eye is the bare feet of the children almost into the fire.

—Good evening, good people!

The appearance of a man at night in the forest, coming from no one knows where, causes no surprise, no curiosity, does not even appear strange.

They don't even look round.