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The Way of the Cross
when from Muchin yard comes out three times the number of these "horseless ones."
The crowd does not melt away but increases.
Here it is cold, here there is no forest.
And the fugitives press together closely, family to family.
Only warming themselves in the smoke of their bonfires.
There are bonfires day and night.
Wandering women go from house to house in the neighbourhood.
They stop outside the doors, crying:
—Give, for Christ's sake, give us wood.
And, the heart anguished, they give.
—More still is stolen!
Here there is not:
—Giving,
As in the village.
But the people say straight out:
