was burning out.
Cinders were flying across from the granaries; the smoke bit into the
of the people who were standing about looking upwards, with their arms
showed up brilliantly
in the glare; the water was dripping from rung to rung of the silent
and mixed its sound with that of the fire.
adjoining buildings were
fenced round with a small running fire; smoke whirled round the
roof like a shock of hair shot through with flames. The faces of the
assumed a metallic glow.
of the miller and
his family could be heard through the noise of battle, of water, and of
It was as
if the crumbling
walls, the melting joints, the smoke, the cries were dripping down the
wheel, transformed into blood, and were carried down by the black waves
and swallowed up in the infinite abyss
of the night.
justified himself to himself, when the tears rose to his eyes again. No
tears could wash away the conviction that it was he who had shown them
the way by which they had come.
waiting for the arrival of the second. It arrived, bringing in
Cossacks. A large number of them were being marched along; they did not
walk in order but irregularly, like tired peasants. They were laughing,
smoking cigarettes, and pushing against each other. Among them were
who had come to his cottage; he recognized the captain and others.
saw Yakob they
waved their hands cordially and called out to him, 'Old man, old man!'
not reply; he shrunk
into himself. Shame filled his soul. He looked at them vacantly. His
was wrinkled as with a great effort to remember something, but he could
think of nothing but a huge millwheel turning under red, smooth waves.
Suddenly he remembered: it was the young Cossack who had given him his
one,' he shouted,
pointing to his muffler, 'where did you leave him?'
came between them
and pushed the crowd away.
There was a
in the mill; a thick red cloud rushed upwards, dotted with sparks.
this cloud an ever-increasing mass of people was flocking towards the
where Yakob was; they were murmuring, pulling the soldiers by their
Women, children, and old men pressed in a circle round him,
shouting: 'It was he...he...he!'
lost in the chaos
of sounds, faces became merely a dense mass, above which fists were
upwards like stones.
tripped about among
the soldiers like a fawn in a cage, raised and lowered his head, and
his rags; he could not shut his quivering mouth, and from his breast
a cry like the sob of a child.
turned upon him
with fists and nails; he hid his face in his rags, stopped his ears
his fingers, and shook his head.
prisoners had been dispatched,
and it was Yakob's turn to be taken before the officer in command of
Yakob entreated his guard.
you in such a hurry
soldiers were sitting
round a camp-fire, piling up the faggots. Soup was boiling in a
I...' he begged
again, standing in the thick smoke.
At last he
was taken into
in command stood
in the middle of the room with a cigarette between his fingers.
already in the door. His dishevelled hair made him look like a
his face was quite disfigured with black marks of violence; behind his
bleeding left ear still stuck the cigarette. His swollen upper lip was
drawn sideways and gave him the expression of a ghastly smile. His eyes
looked out helpless,
from his swollen