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[…
I then caught up with] a bearded peasant who was walking along . His feet were covered with
sacking. We started talking. He spoke in Ukrainian Russian. I gave him a lump of
bread and
of cheese.
“You could not
buy that anywhere for 20 rubles. There just is no food.”
We walked along
and talked; “Before
the war this was all gold. We had horses and cows and pigs and chickens. Now we are ruined.
We are (the
living dead) ПОГИБЛИ. 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…