Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich

Name: The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef
Author: Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich

The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

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“The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef”, published in 1916, is a work by Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich. It explores elements such as ikon, crosses and cart.

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ These are the carts of the buyers from Roslavl.
—For a bargain.
In the cart stands a muzhik, so as to see the road better than he would sitting down.
And lashes his horse.
Beside this horse and running at the sides of the cart, and behind it are a multiplicity of legs.
As if a spider were running quickly, quickly along the road.
The fugitives get out of the way, give up the road,—and no one even pays attention to the running spiders.
The road becomes more and more clear of forest.
All the land which has been cultivated, and the crops, are ruined. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ And the crosses, the crosses, along the length of the road.
See, they have brought from a village camp a newly joinered coffin, quickly put together by the village carpenter.
An open cart moves slowly along the middle of the road.
The horse with suffering pain-full eyes steps forward slowly with uncertain strides.
Just staggering.
Will fall in a minute.
Wavering also, as smoke in the wind, goes the attendant peasant beside his horse, and his eyes have that glassy look which seems to express nothing whatever.
In the open cart, with folded arms, with pinched nose, lies the corpse. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ How quickly in Nature every animal becomes wilder!
Let but blood be tasted.
See, once more come people from the village, one carrying a coffin lid, two others a coffin, and they run to overtake their cart. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ And between these crosses, and amongst the lowering smoke of forest bonfires and clouds of dust come on, come on, without end come on grey carts and people, like grey visions.
With uninterrupted hooting, tinkling, and whistling, the relief cars come along, making their way through the dense crowd going in the opposite direction.
Going for fugitives, going with fugitives.
Every car in Roslavl is being used for the carting of the fugitives.
They gather on the road the sick, the tired-out, horseless ones, the people going on foot; they pick up the children, the orphaned, the lonely. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ Three more crosses.
More still.
Still new ones, more new ones, yesterday's cemetery.
They are white, like little Georgian crosses, crosses pinned to the much-suffering road.
Just like Georgian orders:
—For self-sacrifice.
And there was expressed, together with affliction, much warmth and much beauty.
"They" do the burying at nights.
Do not bury, but:
—Dig holes for the dead,
as the peasants say. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ The aching eyes of the horses, the aching eyes of the people, equally full of physical suffering and full of affliction, rend the heart.
Over the branches of the trees, whither a glance of the eyes will not take you, rise the many smokes. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ There are Orthodox and Catholic graves side by side and together.
Hundreds of thousands of beggared people go past, and of course no one touches an ikon or its setting, or an ikon box or the embroidered towel waving in the wind.
I stop at one collection of graves, at a second, at a third.
There are some which breathe horror.
Three, five, crosses, and on all:
—The 17th of September. [1]
—The 17th of September.
—The 17th of September.
In one day, all. In one night a cemetery grew up. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ Wasted, Skeletons.
—What do you make of the sheep?
—Bought by the Government.
—Where do you drive them from?
—From Lublin province itself.
—How many?
—There were fifteen hundred, but three hundred have died by the way.
In the villages the peasant women stand with armfuls of white bread, which are baked here in saiki. [3]
—One can buy something nice for the children's mouths. ”

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Vlas Mikhaĭlovich Doroshevich, The Way of the Cross — In the Forests of Mogilef (1916)

“ They must bury them in a place where the people pass by.
—Where man coming past, will cross himself and pray for the soul of the departed. For you see, the dead have not had their due singing and prayers as at a proper funeral service. ”

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