[Thus I am walking through the Siberia again. Not nearly of my own volition but through my own fault... I failed to keep mum, I also failed to tell a cram inventing something more or less plausible about myself. And those few confessions falling from my lips were enough for the Bedrachs to ask me to "move along".]
Holes, holes, holes... Cellars, heaps of bricks... And a lonely orphaned hut. It's evident that here was once a big village. What happened to it? How could that cemetery of homes appear?
At that time I knew very little about the dispossession of kulaks. I had yet to learn a lot of what you will never believe in until you see with one's own eyes.