Report, if you have a problem with this page“ The thoughts of a prisoner—they're not free either. They kept returning to the same things. A single idea keeps stirring. Would they feel that piece of bread in the mattress? Would he have any luck in the dispensary that evening? Would they out Buinovsky in the cells? And how did Tsezar get his hands on that warm vest? ”
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
From : One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich
