And then the blight came, and the black plague with it, and the priests couldn't bury the people fast enough, and they lay dead on the roads – men and women both.
Mich. Have you cured many patients lately, at your hospital, boy?
Alex. There is one who lies sick to death I would fain cure, but cannot.
Mich. Ay, and who is that?
Alex. Russia, our mother.