Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/78

62 For the children evidently there had been no previous provision.

At home, children are part of the general surroundings—something like dear domestic animals. And one thinks about them as much as one would about a cat.

—Why should one trouble about a child?

For the children nothing is made.

And the refugees' children die like flies.

—They lie with their stomachs to the fire, and their backs are as cold as ice. They turn their backs to the fire and their stomachs freeze.

And they die.

And the children sit there in silence, sticking out their little red hands and dirty bare legs almost into the fire, and listen to what is said about them.

—Inevitable death.

On the fire some food is being cooked in saucepans.