“How are we to live now?” Dolia reflected aloud. “Everywhere you show your nose there are enemy bayonets...”
The Cossacks fell silent, pricked up their ears.
“By whatever the Lord sends,” Overko said.
“He’s already sent enough, thank you for the kindness!” Dolia announced angrily. “If He had His wits about Him, then we’d have our happiness too! But He sits and blinks His eyes like a billy goat!”
Skovoroda looked mournfully at these exiles who had stopped at the crossroads, unable to decide which way to head. Take a left turn, and you lose your head, a right turn – and you lose your soul, and continue on ahead. Who knows what will happen, only there won’t be any turning back...
“P’raps we should head for the monastery, brothers, and sit out the bad times there?” Nychypir asked. “I’ve a
