Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/154

 138 Here for the first time on the road, the first of the exhausted:

—Deprive themselves of the last thing.

Cease to be "muzhiks."

Give up their horses.

And take their seats:

—Na mashinu, on the train.

They carry them away.

And in their place come on like a continuous wall, newer and ever newer hordes.

And overwhelmed Bobruisk trembles in terror.

—They suffocate us.

—What will happen to us?

Whatever will become of these people?