[...a communal farmer, strong as a horse, was stricken with a bundle of branches stuck on a nearby tree and the man stayed unconscious for a long time. Khokhrin ordered him to work. He obeyed and tried to work. They led, or, to be more exact, brought him home. One day I came back from work. I'd better have a rest! I'll immediately wash the patient, apply ice on his head, he will quieten a bit and then - to sleep, to sleep! But what happened? It's dark in the hut.
Like whirl - to the club! All my tiredness disappeared without trace! And with solid steps - to the platform.
"Dmitri Alekseevich! We need a lamp, we have a severely ill patient..."
"Your patient is a faker," he rasped in response, "he simply doesn't want to work.]
"That faker is dying! And blame for him being dying rests on you... You had no right to take a lamp away from the hut where a person is dying... Bring your own lamp, you have three!"
That case of "sabotage" was also a part of the trial: "she had disrupted a meeting with taking a lamp away from the club". Well, out of Khokhrin's one hundred and eleven denunciations of me that one was perhaps the only well-based.