Three bodies lay together, over one another; two men were dead and cold, the third stirred, very faintly, as we came up, opened his eyes, smiled and said: "Eh, _Boje moi_ ...

at last!" As we moved him on to the stretcher, with a little sigh he fainted again.

He had a bad stomach-wound.

Before picking up the stretcher, the Feldscher wiped his forehead and crossed himself.
"It's a heavy thing for two," he said.

"He's a big man," looking at the soldier.