They were strung out in a long column along the road.
As they passed through the village Fred and Boris, watching from an upper window of the abandoned parsonage, saw the villagers watching.
Boris had a powerful field glass, and through this he and Fred could see the very faces of the watching Germans.

Hatred and fear mingled in the looks they sent after the invaders of their country.
"One can't blame them," said Fred, with a shudder.

"War's rather ghastly, isn't it, Boris ?" He looked down into the garden, and Boris's eyes followed his.
"Yes," said the Russian.

"That's the ugly part of it.

It's all ugly.