Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/17



N 1812 Moscow made a funeral pyre for herself, and burned

—For Russia’s sake. A hundred years have passed.

And the red glare of Moscow’s fire has paled.

The Moscow of those days!

A wooden city.

The burning of it was appalling.

The ground burned under the feet of the Napoleonic soldiers: even the roadways of Moscow were made of wood at that time.

But now!

More than ten provinces have been laid waste by the enemy.

Millions of people have become beggars.