I certainly looked in the administrative office, it was necessary to report that I went away from work. Otherwise my unfulfilled quota would burden Valya Yaremenko and Misha Skvortsov already wearing themselves to avoid the of already meager food rationing and probably earn a beetroot pie as an award for the performance above quota.
"Off you go," the lifeless voice of the sadist creaked, "and don't stop working until the quota is fulfilled..."
He saw that I could hardly keep feet! The seven-kilometre way took for hours and the sun was already setting...
In the evening, I vainly stood in the queue for bread.
"Khokhrin ordered to take you off the list," Schukin said.
It was deliberate killing.