SCENES IN THE GREAT WAR
the army has to go back. Ah, those partings! Still, God is good! And hadn't Masha promised to burn a candle to the Virgin every day while her husband is away? Ivan will come back; yes, of course Ivan will come back, and by that time baby will be born, and then what joy, what lifelong happiness!
HOW THE RUSSIANS MAKE WAR
From some of the greater cities of Western
Russia there came flashes of similar scenes.
The memory of that time of the cholera is closely
involved for me in the thought of these tragic
days, and by the light of what I saw in Kief,
in Sosnowitz, in Lublin, in Cracow, in Warsaw,
and along the line of front in poor, stricken
Poland, where, as I write, men are being mown
down like grass, I seem to see what took place
there at the beginning of August 1914, and is
taking place now. I see the churches crowded
and the congregations trailing out through the
open porches into the churchyards around them.
Old men and women who are too lame to struggle
their way through the throng are lying under the
open windows with their sticks and crutches
stretched out beside them. Others outside are
on their knees, following the services as they
proceed within, clasping their hands, making
