Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/145

 Rh horse, and his eyes have that glassy look which seems to express nothing whatever.

In the open cart, with folded arms, with pinched nose, lies the corpse.

And the wax-like yellow face looks sternly toward the sky.

Beside the corpse, just by the head, is a child looking forth from its rags.

As if this was not merely a going, but:

—A procession.

And in this procession is something painfully touching and majestic.

On the left-hand side of the road lies the carcase of a horse.

Its purple half-eaten side reddens in the sun.

At our approach several dogs with blood-dripping mouths leap away from the horse, barking.

The way they go seems strange. As if they were not dogs.

They have the appearance of wolves.