“The hard lump of his tumor-unexpected, meaningless and quite without use-had dragged him like a fish on a hook and had flung him into this iron bed-a narrow, mean bed, with creaking springs and an apology for a mattress. Having once undressed under the stairs, said good-bye to this family and come up to theContinue reading “RKS Literature: Party Bigwig Pavel Nikolayevich’s Neck Tumour and Forced Equality of The Cancer Ward (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)”
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