[Just before meal break Kravchenko came to see me at the drive. "Frosya! I dropped 50 grams of bread into that stack."]
For the first time, I realised the hunger was going to take my scalp. I knew that 2-minute rest was more useful for me than a sad attempt to find that tiny bit of bread lost in the stack, but the thought of that piece of bread was becoming unbearable.