Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Shukhov stared at the ceiling and said nothing. He no longer knew whether he wanted to be free or not...it had gradually dawned on him that people like himself were not allowed to go home but were packed off into exile. And there was no knowing where the living was easier – here or there. The one thing he might want to ask God for was to let him go home. But they wouldn't let him go home. ”
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
From : One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
