All day long I plodded in frosty smother. It was already growing dark when the fog became more translucid and I saw a heugh. A few houses on a small hill. Smoke spirals up from the chimneys... Several ice holes not yet frozen near the bank. Breaking the thin ice I gulped cold water... Then went uphill. The strength came from nowhere. Make haste! Towards people, towards warmth! A bit more, just a bit and I'll be under the roof. Siberians are hospitable! I stopped at the outskirts of the village, I needed to make myself smart! And I extracted out of my backpack the donation of old women [from Suiga] - stripped skirt and chequered kerchief...