She sighed painfully, and listened.

Somewhere ahead she heard the hum of voices.
Leaning on the pole she resumed her walk.

Her eyebrows moved up and down, and she suddenly broke into a sweat; her lips quivered; she waved her hands, and certain words flashed up in her heart like sparks, kindling in her a strong, stubborn desire to speak them, to shout them.
The by-street turned abruptly to the left; and around the corner the mother saw a large, dense crowd of people.

Somebody's voice was speaking loudly and firmly: "They don't go to meet the bayonets from sheer audacity.

Remember that!" "Just look at them.