Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/71

Rh But it is impossible to get into the house.

One window is open, and from that they give out the bread.

A crowd of peasant women are standing by the house.

They raise their arms and hold out their certificates.

—How many there are in the family.

Approaching nearer, I hear a quiet murmur.

Not a cry, not a noise, but a quiet monotonous murmur.

All in one tone, continuously, hurriedly, unceasingly, they repeat one and the same word

—Something strange.

—Me give—me give—me give—me give.

Just like a reader in church, repeating continuously, forty times in succession:

—O Lord, have mercy upon us!