Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/83

 Rh And there are more and more campfires in the forest.

Here a dark strip, then again, as if it were a town—then again a dark strip.

About ten versts from Roslavl there is a red glow in the sky.

—A fire?

—And a large one.

The nearer we approach the brighter and clearer becomes the glare.

Only one thing is strange: the glare does not waver. It's not like the glare of a fire.

The glare becomes enormous.

It stands apparently right over the town.

—What is it? Roslavl on fire?

—And there. ..

What a wonderful picture!

We get to within three versts of Roslavl.

On the right, on the left, wherever you look, bonfires, bonfires, bonfires.