day by day
"shukov went to sleep fully content. he'd had many strokes of luck that day: they hadn't put him in the cells; they hadn't sent his squad to the settlement; he'd swiped a bowl of kasha at dinner; the squad leader had fixed the rates as well; he'd built a wall and enjoyed doing it; he'd smuggled that bit of hacksaw blade through; he'd earned a favor from tsezar that evening; he'd bought that tobacco. and he hadn't fallen ill. he'd got over it.
a day with a dark cloud. almost a happy day.
there were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three das like that in his stretch. from the first clang of the rail to that last clang of the rail.
three thousand six hundre and fifty days.
the three extra days were for leap years."
a day with a dark cloud. almost a happy day.
there were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three das like that in his stretch. from the first clang of the rail to that last clang of the rail.
three thousand six hundre and fifty days.
the three extra days were for leap years."