When dropping with tiredness I nuzzled into the snow somewhere under a snag, wrapped the blanket around me and got off to sleep but I always felt that Death was patrolling somewhere nearby... I have no idea of the strength that forced me to wake up. Or where I got strength to hold on way. Where? What for? Then I for some reason never thought of that.

 



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