"‘Calm down, Maria,’ shouted Mother with the wind that whistled through the cart. ‘Nothing is going to happen.’ Even if Mother’s voice wavered a little, it hadn’t lost all its resolute vigour. ‘Father, take reins,’ she shouted stepping hazardously inside the jumping and sprinting cart. ‘Take the reins I say, you,’ she shouted.

This time the old man unfroze and looked at her, his eyes a pool of terror, and did as he had been told. As soon as he took the reins and occupied the place Mother had vacated, Mother took the rifle in her hands and loaded it with a cartridge. Then she sat on one knee and fired the round."

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