Волхв

Chapter 19

           Amomentlaterhereappeared,crawlingupovertheedge,thenslowlystanding.Lurchingforwardagain.Otherprisonerscameweeping.Onevomitedbloodinfrontofus,andcollapsed."Thenwewererunningtowardsthevillage.Wecameintowhatmusthavebeenonceastreet.Desolation.Rubble,fragmentsofplasteredwall,brokenrafters,theyellowsplashesoflydditeeverywhere.Thedrizzlethathadstartedagaingleamingonthestones.Ontheskinofcorpses.ManyGermanshadbeencaughtinthehouses.InoneminuteIsawasummaryofthewholebutcher’sshopofwar.Theblood,thegapingholes,thebonestickingoutofflesh,thestenchofburstintestinesIamtellingyouthisonlybecausetheeffectonme,aboywhohadneverseenevenapeacefullydeadbodybeforethatday,wasoneIshouldneverhavepredicted.Itwasnotnauseaandterror.Isawseveralmenbeingsick,butIwasnot.Itwasanintensenewconviction.Nothingcouldjustifythis.ItwasathousandtimesbetterthatEnglandshouldbeaPrussiancolony.Onereadsthatsuchscenesgivethegreensoldiernothingbutamadlusttokillinhisturn.ButIhadexactlythecontraryfeeling.Ihadamadlustnottobekilled."Hestoodup."Ihaveatestforyou.""Atest?"Hewentintohisbedroom,returnedalmostatoncewiththeoillampthathadbeenonthetablewhenwehaddinner.Inthewhitepooloflightheputwhathehadbrought.Isawadie,ashaker,asaucer,andapillbox.Ilookedupathimontheothersideofthetable,athissevereeyesonmine.

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