Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/47



CTOBER 10th.

Early morning. The fields are covered over with hoarfrost which looks like the first snow. The smoke stands in straight columns over the chimneys. There is a slight frost.

O Lord, remember those who wake this morning under the open sky!

In the town of Podolsk, near the bridge, a white flag with a red cross is flying over a two-storey house.

Opposite it a policeman is standing.

—What have you got here? A hospital?

—Nothing of the sort. A relief point for the fugitives.