Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/163

 Rh Formerly, all the way from Roslavl to Moscow there were not crosses along the road.

Now they glimmer, they stretch on.

They have stretched to the twenty-eighth verst.

New ones, only just planed.

They have grown up here in one week.

Whilst they were building barracks.