Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/103

 Rh From the high bank of the Oster, on that side from which the forest has been cleared, you see for versts and versts a cloud of bluish, half-transparent smoke.

That's the evening camping ground.

I walk farther and farther into the forest over the soft wilted grass.

Everywhere are glades, everywhere people, huts of pine-branches, and from all sides is heard the sound of axes.

How many thousands of people are there here!

People tell you various enormous numbers.

Give it up.

How calculate:

—How many drops of water are there in the river?

What a terrible smoke in the forest! Because of the smoke the eyes of all are red and painful.

—It is damp at night, the smoke settles