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She could neither wake nor sleep As if crushed between the

past and the future, like a flower that co above it, she was helpless

The bewilderreatmasses that must crush her And there

was no escape Save in the old obliviousness, the cold darkness

she strove to retain But the vicar showed her eggs in the

thrush's nest near the back door She saw herself the

s were spread,

so eager down upon her secret The tense, eager, nesting wings

,

when she heard the thrush whistling as he got up, and she

thought, "Why didn't I die out there, why aht

here?"

She are of people who passed around her, not as

persons, but as loo presences It was very difficult for her

to adjust herself In Poland, the peasantry, the people, had

been cattle to her, they had been her cattle that she owned and

used What were these people? Now she was coo by alled in body as she had gone on up the road