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keep him in the smooth part of the road and out of other people's way.
Struli had become Maxim's eyes, and Maxim, Struli's feet; they were two men grown into one, and they pro- vided for themselves out of one pocket, now empty of the last ruhle.
They dragged themselves home. "A kasa, a kasa!" whispered Struli into Maxim's ear, and the other turned on him his two glazed eyes looking through a red haze, and set in swollen red lids.
A childlike smile played on his lips :
"A kasa, a kasa !" he repeated, also in a whisper.
Home appeared to their fancy as something holy, something consoling, something that could atone and compensate for all they had suffered and lost. They had seen such a home in their dreams.
But the nearer they came to it in reality, the more the dream faded. They remembered that they were returning as conquered soldiers and crippled men, that they had no near relations and but few friends, while the girls who had coquetted with Maxim before he left would never waste so much as a look on him now he was half-blind; and Struli's plans for marrying and emigrating to America were frustrated : a cripple would not be allowed to enter the country.
All their dreams and hopes finally dissipated, and there remained only one black care, one all-obscuring anxiety: how were they to earn a living?
They had been hoping all the while for a pension, but in their service book was written "on sick-leave." The Russo-Japanese war was distinguished by the fact
