Triumphant over Defeat still rang in Dasha's ears—Some day it would come—
Triumph—
She clothed a child here—
Comforted a mother there—
And still they came—over the snow and corpses—through the woods—fugitives everywhere—
Dasha worked—worked with all her heart—fed—clothed—
Out into the snows, into the storms to look for the wanderers and bring them to a shelter—
Have mercy on my soul—she whispered—Forgive—
The Andante far away—calling—Dasha—a reward—