five o'clock
What ? Reb Baruch , with a married daughter and eleven children in Kishinef , sat up all night and prayed and swayed and trembled . Packed in airtight against the bite of the steely out-of-doors , most of the village of Vodna -- except the children and the half-witted Shimsha , the _ ganef _ -- huddled under its none-too-plentiful coverings that night and prayed and trembled . At five o'clock that red dawn , almost as if a bayonet had crashed into her dream , Sara , her face smeared with pallor , awoke to the smell of her own hair singeing . A bayonet _ had _ crashed , but through the door , terribly ! The rest is an anguished war frieze of fleeing figures ; of running hither and thither in the wildness of fear ; of mothers running with babes at breasts ; of men , their twisted faces steaming sweat , locked in the Laocoön embrace of death . Banners of flame .