One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich

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One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich

Another day hard at work. Another day has gone by without a snowstorm. I couldn’t bring my piece of hacksaw I found yesterday with me in case we were searched again. Well at least I have my good tool to work with other wise it will be impossible to break through any ice with any other old, scrappy tool. I reached behind the other tools; removing a pile of dirt, I picked up my trusty tool from where I hid it yesterday. If only I could etch my name ‘Shukhov’ onto it, that way it will be mine… forever. But, that would mean spending time in the cells because you’re not allowed to keep any tools, you get what you get and you’re not allowed to take them back to camp when you’re done in case any of us prisoners use them to escape. Although the guards wouldn’t mind because they get to torture any one they catch trying to escape by putting them in the cells or giving them more work and less food.

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        Well, where am I working today? Hopefully the same as yesterday as the easiest thing I did was brush ice off the walls while Tiurin chipped the ice off blocks. HA! That was funny that he, the team leader, was doing back aching jobs while others got it easy.

        I sat down and waited for the team to regroup. Tiurin was the last to show as he would have made sure we weren’t bumming in sick bay.

“So… what are we up to today?” I said shivering after a chill tingled down my back from a strong wind.

“Having a ...

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