In the farmhouse beside the lake the correspondents saw a rickety white bed without bedding, a battered ivory-colored wooden divan, six straight chairs, a wall shelf filled with school books, a cupboard with a few dishes. An overturned bushel basket of frozen carrots lay beside a wooden butter tub, a grease-filled skillet stood on the cold stove, a woman's kitchen apron hung limply beside a muslin-curtained window. On the rough plank floor lay the frozen bodies of seven Russian soldiers, and outside was another one, sprawled beside a pile of knapsacks and gas...
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