I've been carrying around this paperback for quite sometime now, in fact years. I haven't got the time to read it, someone gave it to me a couple of years ago.
Wherever I go, it will too. Dogeared but aging gracefully. So here goes...
One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich:
At five o'clock that morning reveille was sounded, as usual, by the blows of the hammer on a length of rail hanging up near the staff quarters. The intermittent sounds barely penetrated the windowpanes...
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