Open up your hearts. Look around without fear,
without terror. Our children are going into the world. Our children
are going, our blood is going for the truth; with honesty in their
hearts they open the gates of the new road--a straight, wide road
for all. For all of you, for the sake of your young ones, they have
devoted themselves to the sacred cause. They seek the sun of new
days that shall always be bright. They want another life, the life
of truth and justice, of goodness for all."
Her heart was rent asunder, her breast contracted, her throat was
hot and dry. Deep inside of her, words were being born, words of a
great, all-embracing love. They burned her tongue, moving it more
powerfully and more freely. She saw that the people were listening
to her words. All were silent. She felt that they were thinking as
they surrounded her closely; and the desire grew in her, now a clear
desire, to drive these people to follow her son, to follow Andrey,
to follow all those who had fallen into the soldiers' hands, all
those who were left entirely alone, all those who were abandoned.
Looking at the sullen, attentive faces around her, she resumed with
soft force:
"Our children are going in the world toward happiness.
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