My anger and my courage were gone.

Vanka was throwing stones at me now from his mother's doorway, and I continued on my errand, but I did not hurry.
The thing that hurt me most I could not run away from.
There was one thing the Gentiles always understood, and that was money.

They would take any kind of bribe at any time.

Peace cost so much a year in Polotzk.

If you did not keep on good terms with your Gentile neighbors, they had a hundred ways of molesting you.