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 120 people go past, and of course no one touches an ikon or its setting, or an ikon box or the embroidered towel waving in the wind.

I stop at one collection of graves, at a second, at a third.

There are some which breathe horror.

Three, five, crosses, and on all:

—The 17th of September.

—The 17th of September.

—The 17th of September.

In one day, all. In one night a cemetery grew up.

The majority are indicated by an inscription on one cross:

—Such and such a day of August.

On another:

—Such and such a day of September.

Somebody has been buried.

Others see: