you are from lida! is isadore korein alive?
pardon me, you are from vilna. my sister lives on passaya street.
my poor sister. dear god, no.  meanwhile, peretz's moaning ceases. a woman grumbles:
my husband was meyer.  the group closes in, obscuring our view of the body. aron can't take any more. he runs off into the woods.
go! miriam keeps their attackers pinned down as the two men race for new positions. then she is hit. she keeps firing anyway, her finger locked on the trigger even as she is dying. more troops begin firing from their flank. asael has no choice but to break off. they race into the woods.