It is not graves. It is cucumber beds. Fresh manure formed as a coffin heats. There they make holes, fill them with dirt and plant cucumbers and even tomatoes.
At each place I worked for two or three days. Then went on. I knew that I looked absurd, the skirt hindered me and I had never learned to put on a kerchief, on my head it looked more like a fillet of a medieval filibuster or a headdress of an Arab.
[The closer to Novosibirsk the more crowded with the displaced the towns were. Everyone was greedy for gain. People preferred not to do cucumber beds or clean staikas. After all you can sell potatoes for fancy price! And you can give a couple of roubles to a worker. My main aim was to withdraw as far as possible from Novosibirsk! To the places where there were less illicit dealers, the displaced and the NKVD officers!]