[But what is it? Probably light in the window? Picking the backpack I again pulled myself up and began to walk. A house on the outskirts. A woman was sitting on a rough makeshift bench holding Roman scales with one pan in her hand.]
The woman saw me and said, "Look, apron, judge yourself. The man and I get 800 gram each and they, dependants, each get 200. I share equally for all, don't I? But they never have enough, they say I give them little. So I decided to weigh out 200 for each of them! Let them know what a food ration is!"
The girls' faces and even their postures expressed the deepest disappointment and even desperation!
[She sold me a piece of meat for one rouble. I was lucky. Raw meat eaten in small portions was the single food proving not to be fatal after such a long maceration with hunger.]