A car was parked on the far side of the woods, about a hundred yards from the house.
He took Balashev by the arm and crossed the room with him, unconsciously clearing a path seven yards wide as the people on both sides made way for him.
Carts piled high with household utensils, chairs, and cupboards kept emerging from the gates of the yards and moving along the streets.
He carried her about a hundred yards and then set her on her feet, slapping her backside with a sting that brought tears to her eyes.