In Yartsevo, we were but not for long. Sunday, the 28. Flak travel day was again. We packed up again and took drawing up. Great excitement arose, as the small dog, He herumtrieb with the boss and his driver, was not to be found. As a result even the departure also was delayed. As this dog had finally found, We drove los and faster, It was an unbroken journey to Smolensk, through which we pass was in the dark. Again it went on the Roslawler road, then after Pochinok, where was held. At dawn it went forward again on the road to Yelnya, that we had only happened a few days ago in the opposite direction. In fine weather, the trip was wonderful. During a short break I witnessed, how in the context of a bet a driver of a living mouse bit off the head. He then spat the head and said, It would have tasted sweet.