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nudging my elbow. It was utterly lonely living with these
people who were so alien, so absolutely opposed to my
peaceful way of living.
In the morning, after a good breakfast, I said good-bye to
Boris and the others, shouldered my load, and set off. Mile
after mile I covered, avoiding the main road, trying to
circle Voroshilov. There was the roar of a speeding car
behind me, the squeal of hastily-applied brakes and I found
myself looking down the muzzle of a sub-machine-gun.
"Who are you? Where are you going?" snarled a scowl-
ing corporal.
"I am on my way to Voroshilov," I replied. "I have a
letter here from Comrade Captain Vassily."
Snatching the letter from me, he tore it open, frowning
in the concentration of reading. Then his face broke into a
broad grin. "We have just come from Sergeant Boris," he
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said. "Get in, we will drive you to Voroshilov and let you
off where you say."
This was a nuisance, I was trying to avoid the city! But
I climbed into the patrol car and was speedily driven to
Voroshilov. I alighted near the Police Headquarters, and
as the car shot off into the garage, I walked smartly along,
trying to cover as many miles as possible before nightfall.
I planned to camp out near the Railroad and observe what
happened for a night and day before climbing aboard.
Passenger trains were stopped and checked at Voroshilov,
but the goods trains stopped just outside, possibly so that
the local people should not see how many stowaways were
killed. I watched and watched, and decided that my only
hope was to get on a train just as it was pulling out.
On the night of the second day a very d