Of course it would." Sister Sofia Antonovna smiled and her eyes watched us both.

"I'm afraid your Mr.will be left behind," she said.
"Dr.Semyonov," Marie Ivanovna began--then stopped.

We were all of us silent during the rest of the journey.
And how is one to give any true picture of the confusion into which we flung ourselves at O----?
O---- had been the town at which, a little more than a month ago, we had arrived so eagerly, so optimistically.
It had been to us then the quietest retreat in the world--irritating, provoking by reason of its peace.

The little school-house, the green well, the orchard, the bees, the long light evenings with no sound but the birds and running water--those things had been a month ago.
We were hurled now into a world of dust and despair.

The square market place, the houses that huddled round it were swallowed up by soldiers, horses, carts and whirling clouds.