The most painful of all my recollections, Fritz, is the way in which
that terrible disease came to our family.
On the twelfth of March we heard of a large number of men, women, and
children who were dying. We dared not listen; we said:
"No one in our house is sick, the Lord watches over us!"
After David had come, after supper, to cuddle in my arms, with his
little hand on my shoulder, I looked at him; he seemed very drowsy, but
children are always sleepy at night. Esdras was already asleep, and
Safel had just bidden us good-night.
At last Zeffen took the child, and we all went to bed.
That night the Russians did not fire; perhaps the typhus was among
them, too. I do not know.
About midnight, when by God's goodness we were asleep, I heard a
terrible cry.