Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/155



HEN on the homeward road from Bobruisk I turned to the right at Dovsk by the refugees' cemetery and came on the Kief highway I broke away from the grey confused river, and it was as if I had wakened after a nightmare.

A clean, free road lay ahead.

I was going round the fugitives.

The whole of Lublin and Lomzha provinces going south.

Formerly I should have said that there were many.

Now, after what I have seen below

Bobruisk it seems as if:

—There were none at all.