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 “Hand me the gun! Throw stones at him!”

“Shoot him! We must climb on the roof!”

At the windows of the house appeared and disappeared dark silhouettes of people, who having reached the interior seized and destroyed all that they found there. With clashing noise the breaking panes of glass were falling. A boy with a flat face and curly hair was carrying a big looking-glass, and having approached the hole in the wooden fence, dropped it in the adjoining court-yard shouting:

“Heigh, there, hold it!”

The looking-glass disappeared in the distance, glittering in the sun. Some man leant out of the window and watched it disappear. His broad face expressed grief and sorrow, but I did not notice any hatred in it.