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 Rh for the first time on the whole of your journey from the West up till then.

A gracious little town.

Here everything has some sort of

—A name.

Not only orphanages and trade-schools bear the name of some one, of some local citizen,

But even the trading banks—and such like places,

—Bear some name or other.

A remarkably gracious little town.

Now Roslavl is choked and drowned.

There is neither sugar nor salt in the town.

In the streets fugitives stop you and ask,

—Friend, where can I buy any salt here? I've been trying to get some all day.

—Little father, where can we get any sugar? Even if it's only half a pound or a quarter of a pound.