[The hut became crowded. In addition to us, eight Bessarabians, half a dozen of communal farmers, free, came to do their labour and cart homage. They appointed and orderly, a young exhausted woman, unmarried but with a child.
The tad called Potapka was about two years old. He still wore a nightdress, had no pants and could say nothing except "Mom" and "isi-ti-ti" meaning "I want to eat".
I was stricken with worldly wisdom that young citizen barely leaving the fetal stage had already acquired.]
At first, Potapka was yearningly looking at a munching communal farmer, then clawed hold of the mother's skirt and began to cry. He cried jerkily in desperation but didn't try to ask for some bread. In his shirt life he has already understood that do eats dog and dogs never share their food! Who turned Siberians famous for their hospitality into dogs?