a bearded peasant who
was walking along. His feet were
covered
with sacking. We started talking. He spoke in Ukrainian Russian. I gave
him lump of bread. “You couldn’t buy that anywhere for 20 roubles. There
is just no food.”
We walked along and
talked: “Before the War
this was all gold. We had horses and cows and pigs and chicken. Now we
are ruined. We are doomed.”
“You see that field. It
was all gold, but now look at the weeds.” The weeds were peeping up
over the snow.
“Before the War we could
have boots, and meat and butter. We were the richest country in the world
for grain. We fed the world. Now they have taken all away from us.
“Now people steal much
more. Four days ago they stole my horse. Hooligans came. There that’s
where I saw the track of the horse.
“A horse is better than a tractor. A tractor goes and stops, but a horse
goes all the time. A tractor only works in certain times of the year, but
a horse you can use all the time. A tractor cannot give manure, but a
horse can. “How can Spring sowing be good? There is little