A RURAL TRAGEDY Siromah The carter flourished his whip and viciously lashed the donkey. "Move, you sluggard. In the cart was a cheap wooden coffin. A few bunches of flowers lay on the dead man's chest. For his journey to the next world, he was clad in his uniform of a colonel of the Yugoslav army, with all his decorations. Three elderly women, a middle-aged couple and an eight-year old boy were walking in the cart's wake. The boy reached down for a handful of mud, made a ball and flung it at the black bird that was cawing on a roadside tree. Startled, the crow flew off.
