III
MEETING THE FUGITIVES
OCTOBER 10th.
Early morning. The fields are covered over with hoarfrost which looks like the first snow. The smoke stands in straight columns over the chimneys. There is a slight frost.
O Lord, remember those who wake this morning under the open sky!
In the town of Podolsk, near the bridge, a white flag with a red cross is flying over a two-storey house.
Opposite it a policeman is standing.
—What have you got here? A hospital?
—Nothing of the sort. A relief point for the fugitives.
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