[A group of the 58th Article prisoners including me to the prison camp near the station of Merzhanovka not far from the main terminal of Taiga.]
The train shuddered and halted. The door rolled to the side.
«Out! You have one minute! Jump! Come on! Come on!»
Night. Impenetrable darkness. No platform. We are either in the field or in the meadow; there are silhouettes of bare branches against the background of the sky. Where are we to jump? Two guards jumped down and immediately disappeared. My arrangements didn't take long; I had my backpack on me, the head was bare after the squirrel cap I got from skipper Lyuba for my funeral kerchief had burned down in fumigation. I jumped rolled down the subgrade and found myself waist-deep in snow. I immediately turned back towards the carriage from where I heard shrieks and swearing. What I saw was revolting and funny at the same time. As the carriage was candlelit I saw human figures. Some jumped down, others crawled down on bellies but most were kicked out. Suitcases, packs and bundles flew away. The train started moving. The soldiers jumped down. But what about the luggage?