Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
As birds migrate to somewhere beyond the sea, so these men with their wives and children streamed to the southeast, to parts where none of them had ever been.
They set off in caravans, bought their freedom one by one or ran away, and drove or walked toward the "warm rivers."
Many of them were punished, some sent to Siberia, many died of cold and hunger on the road, many returned of their own accord, and the movement died down of itself just as it had sprung up, without apparent reason.
The peasants feared him more than they did their master.