Chapter 67 2

I tried to pretend to be happy and said: "You always have to carry your papers with you. Luckily it's in your coat pocket and it didn't get wet. My name is Storyarov Viktor Alexandrovich, and I'm a commissioner for the State Animal Husbandry Administration." Now The initiative should be taken as soon as possible.So I asked him: "and you?" "The caretaker of the buoy." "Access your first and parent name?" At this moment Kolya returned.The old man didn't mention the certificate anymore, he just said that he couldn't afford meat, but he could still serve a cup of tea.

We sat with him for about an hour, and he lit a fire with fine wood, made us some tea, brought out a loaf of bread, and even cut a loaf of rendered fat.We talked about the course of the Irtysh River, how much to buy a boat, and where to sell it.He was alone most of the time.He looked at us sympathetically with old eyes.It seemed to me that he knew it all and was a real person.I even wanted to confide in him.However, it won't do us any good.He doesn't look like he has a razor, and his full beard is like weeds in the forest.But for him, it is safer not to know the truth, otherwise, he will have the crime of "not reporting what he knows".

We left him some veal, and he gave us matches, and led us to the shore, and told us which side to turn the boat on wherever we went.We paddled hastily after leaving the shore, trying to get as far as possible on this last night.Our capture happened on the right bank, so now we're going as close to the left bank as possible.The moon was low in the sky, and the weather was clear, and we could see a wood on a high slope on the right bank, and a boat was going downriver not far from the shore, but not as fast as our boat. Is that the operatives team's ship? ...our ship paralleled that one.I decided, against all odds, to take the initiative.I shook my oars hard, and leaned the boat towards the boat.

"My fellow, where are you going?" "To Omsk." "Where did it come from?" "Pavlodar." "Why go so far away?" "Move there to live." Judging from his heavy "oh" accent, he doesn't look like an operative.Answering questions is very happy, and it seems that he is willing to take a company.His wife slept in the cabin, and he rowed at night.I took a closer look and found that it was not a boat, but a converted cart.It was full of furniture and other things, big and small. I figured it out quickly.It was our last night on the river, the last few hours, and such a chance encounter!Since he was moving, there must be food, money, citizenship certificates, clothes, even razors, everything on board.And no one caught them anywhere.We are two and he is one (his wife is not a problem at all).I can use his citizenship certificate, Kolya can pretend to be a woman by dressing up, he is thin and beardless; as for his body shape, he can be disguised.Of course, they also have suitcases.This is useful for us to pretend to be travelers.Then any car driver will agree to take us to Omsk, and we will be there this morning.

In which era did Russian rivers have no looters?Since it was arranged in this way by the sinister god of fate, what other way out is there?This was the only and last chance since we left our tracks on the river.Of course, he can't bear to take away the wealth he earned with his blood and sweat. He is a little pitiful, but who has pity us?Or who will pity us in the future? That's what Zhidanok and I thought for a split second.I just asked softly, "Huh?" Zhdanok replied in a low voice, "Mah Majela." I slowly brought the boat closer.Already they were beginning to drive their boats close to the bank, where there was a dark forest.I pressed closer, trying not to let the boat go into the bend ahead, where maybe the woods ended.I suddenly changed to the chief's tone and ordered:

"Listen! We are the Operations Team of the Ministry of the Interior. You pull the boat to shore and check your papers!" The rower dropped his oar: whether he was frightened or pleased that he had encountered not robbers but an Action Team of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. "Please, just check on the ship!" "Tell you to dock, and you'll dock! Hurry up!" We were all docked, and the two boats were next to each other.We jumped ashore, but he had a hard time climbing over the loads.It turned out he was lame.His wife woke up and asked sleepily: "Is it still far?" The young man handed me his citizenship certificate.

"Where's your military card?" "I'm crippled. Disabled by injury and exempted. Here's proof..." I saw the glint of metal on his prow, it was an axe.Motioned to Kolya to remove it.Kolya rushed forward and grabbed the axe.The woman screamed, something was wrong with her.I said sharply: "What are you shouting?! Don't shout! We are searching for fugitives. The ax is also a murder weapon!" The woman fell silent.I ordered Kolia: "Lieutenant, go to the post. Captain Vorobyov should be there." (The name and title are all casual, because our friend Captain Vorobyov is also a man who escaped, and he is still squatting in the reinforced control shed in Ekbastuz.)

Kolya understood: go up there to see if anyone is there, and if you can act.He ran up the hill.I continued to question and check.I looked carefully at his citizenship certificate and certificate, and the inspector kept lighting a match for me in a fawning manner.The age was right, the cripple was not yet forty.He worked as a buoy worker, and now he sold his house and cows (of course he took all the money with him), and wanted to seek a happy life elsewhere.He felt that walking was too slow during the day, so he was also hurrying at night. It was a golden, rare opportunity because no one was after them.But what do we want to do?Want their lives?No, I've never killed anyone, and I don't want to.When investigators and operators tortured and humiliated me, I thought about killing people, but I couldn't do it to ordinary working people.Take their money?Just take a little.Well, how much is "a little bit"?Just enough to buy two train tickets to Moscow plus money for meals.Plus a little old stuff.It won't bankrupt them.Don't take away their papers and boats, negotiate with them and not allow them to report, okay?It's hard to believe them.Besides, how can we do without our own documents?

However, if their documents are taken away, they have no choice but to report.In order not to let him report, they have to be wronged and tied here.It has to be tied up so that we have two or three days ample time. So, isn't it simple? At this time Kolya came back from inspection and hinted that everything above me was normal.He waited for my command "Mahmajra!"what to do? Images of the enslaved Ekbastuz camp came back to me.Am I going to go back there? ...Don't we have the right to...? Then, suddenly, something touched my leg very gently.I see a small white thing.I leaned over and took a look: it turned out to be a little white cat, which jumped out of the cabin.It put its tail upright like a flagpole, purred lightly from its nose, and rubbed against my leg with its body.

It doesn't understand what I'm thinking at the moment. Because of the little white cat's gentle touch, I seem to feel that my will has been shaken a little.A string that had been under tension for twenty days and nights since it emerged from the small hole under the barbed wire seemed to snap.I feel that no matter what Kolya says now, I will not only take the lives of these two people, but also take a little of their hard-earned money. I kept a serious tone and said: "Okay, just wait here, we'll find out right away!" Kolya and I went up the hill, their papers in my hand.I told Kolya what I thought.

Kolya was silent.He disagreed, but said nothing. That's the way the world is set up: Those guys can take away anyone's liberty at will, they don't have a problem with conscience.And if we want to take back the freedom that God has given us, they demand the price of our lives, and the lives of everyone we meet. Those guys can do anything, we can't.That's why they are better than us.Kolya and I walked down the hill without reaching an agreement.A lame man stands beside a docked boat. "Where's your wife?" "She was frightened and ran into the woods." "Here are your documents, take them! You can go on your way." The man thanked him and called out to the woods: "Ma--Liniang! Come back! They are all good people! Let's go 2" The two boats rowed apart.I also paddle forward as quickly as possible.The lame man seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and shouted from behind us: "Comrade Commander! We saw two people yesterday. They looked like bandits. If we want to know, we must catch them, two scoundrels!" "Listen, how is it? Do you feel sorry for them?" Kolya asked me. I didn't say anything. From that very night, from the moment we entered the house to warm ourselves or saw the little white cat, our whole plan of escape was disrupted.We seem to have lost something - confidence?decisive?Analysis and judgment ability?A harmonious decision between the two?Here, on the verge of reaching Omsk, we began to make mistakes, and the two began to think differently.And such a fugitive is destined not to escape far. Before dawn we abandoned the boat and went ashore.Sleeping on haystacks during the day, but very worried.It's getting dark and I'm hungry, so I should cook some meat.But he lost the bucket while running.I decided to grill it over a fire.Found a broken seat from a tractor.Just set it up and bake it.Potatoes can be thrown into the ashes and burned. There is a grass hut next to it, which was built by the mower to rest.I didn’t know why I was so confused that day, but I decided to light a fire and barbecue in the hut. I thought that I couldn’t see the fire in other places.Kolya didn't want to eat dinner at all, he said: "Let's hurry!" There were always disagreements and disagreements. I lit a fire in the shack.However, there was too much grass, and the fire went up to the roof of the shack, and it was difficult for me to climb out.The fire followed the wind and burned the nearby haystack (that is, the haystack where we slept during the day).I suddenly felt sorry for the hay: what a beautiful grass, we still sleep on it during the day!I hurriedly threw away the burning hay and rolled it on the ground, trying to put out the fire and prevent it from spreading.Kolya sat aside, very angry, and did not want to help at all. What a clear trace we have left!Look, the flames that illuminate the sky red!It can be seen from miles away.This is also considered an act of sabotage by the enemy!The fugitive will be sentenced to the original 25 years in prison, plus the "destructive behavior" of setting fire to the haystacks of the farm. If you are happy, you can be sentenced to the "capital punishment" (death penalty)! The main thing is that every time you make a mistake, it will cause new mistakes, so you will lose confidence and lose your ability to judge the environment. The shack burned down.The potatoes were also cooked.Using ashes as salt, we ate it. Continue walking at night.Go around a big village.We lifted a shovel, and we held it, thinking: it will be useful.We walked along the Irtysh River and soon encountered a bend in the river.Do you want to go around?Too much effort.We looked around and found a boat without oars.It doesn't matter, the shovel can also be used as an oar.We crossed the bend.Here I tie the shovel with a belt, and carry it behind my back, with the handle upwards. From a distance, it looks like I am carrying a shotgun.In the dark people will take us for hunters. Not far away, a person came from the side and asked, "Pietro?" "Wrong person, it's not Pietro!" We walked all night and slept in haystacks during the day.The sound of the ship's whistle woke us up, and we got out to see: the pier was not far away.Several cars are transporting watermelons to the pier.The city of Omsk is just around the corner.Omsk is just around the corner!Time to shave and get some money. Kolya kept torturing me: "This time we are doomed. If we pity them, why do we run away? At the moment of fate, you show mercy! This time we are doomed." He has a point.Thinking about it now, how pointless it was.Now we have no razors, no money; we had both, but we didn't take them.In order to escape, we thought, hoped, how many years.How many tricks and tricks have been played.Chrome wire, waiting for bullets to pass through the back at any time, six days and six nights without a drop of water, struggling on the grassland for two weeks - and in the end, they didn't take what they had already got!How to enter Omsk with a beard like this?Where can I get money to travel far from Omsk by car? ... We still lay in the hay during the day.Of course, can't sleep.Around 5:00 pm Zhdanok said: "Now go out and see what's going on while it's still light!" "That's not okay!" I said. "It's been almost a month since you ran away. You're such an insuranceist! I'll go, I'll go alone." "How dare you! I'll stab you!" Of course, I won't arrest him. Zhidanok fell silent.lie down.Suddenly, he got up, got out, and left.what to do?Break up like this?I had no choice but to go out and catch up with him.We walked along the road along the Irtysh River in broad daylight.Go to a haystack and sit down to discuss: If you meet another person, you can't let him go.He must not be allowed to report before dark.Kolya accidentally ran out (to see if anyone was on the road) and was seen by a young man.I had to call the boy over: "Friends, please come here! Have a cigarette to relieve boredom!" "What is there to worry about?" "Isn't it 2 My brother-in-law and I went out to row a boat on Sunday. I am from Omsk, and he is a fitter from the Pavlodar Shipyard. Look. The boat broke off at night and drifted away. We Just stay ashore. What do you do?" "The caretaker of the buoy." "Did you see our boat? Maybe it drifted into the reeds?" "did not see it." "Where is your post?" "That's it!" The young man pointed to a nearby hut. "Come to your place, then. We'll have meat, and we'll cook something. We'll shave, too." The three of us walked.It turned out that this hut was lived by another buoy worker, and the one our young man lived in was 300 meters away from here.Not alone!As soon as we entered the house, the neighbor arrived on a bicycle, carrying a shotgun.He chewed my full beard with his eyes and asked about life in Omsk.Ask me, a political convict, about the life of a free man in Omsk!I had to guess and make up, anyway, there are too many places to live, bad food supply, poor quality of industrial products and so on.I think this is probably not wrong.Unexpectedly, this person didn't take it seriously. He refuted me with his mouth curled up. It turned out that he was a party member.Kolya was at the butcher's house at the time, we should eat more and get ready, maybe we won't have anything to eat until we reach Omsk. It was a tough time until dark.Neither of these two can be let go.However, what if there is a third one?When it got dark, both of them were going to light the buoy lights.We also asked to follow to help.The party member refused, saying: "I just need to light two buoys, and after that, I have to go to the village to deliver firewood to my family. I will come back." I suggested to Kolya to keep an eye on this party member, and if the situation was not good, he would pull him into the bushes.And hinted at where he met.I went with another person to point the buoys.From the boat, I kept an eye on the terrain on the nearby shore, and asked him the way to the nearby towns.I saw the party member walking back at the same time as us, and I was a little relieved: he hadn't had time to inform.After a while, he really pulled a cart of firewood.But he left the car next to the house instead of taking it home, and sat down to drink Kolya's broth.If he doesn't leave, what can we do?Then deal with them two?Put one in the cellar and the other under the bed? ... Both of them had papers, and one of them had a shotgun and a bicycle.Yeah?what!O the life of a fugitive!They just received you, you don't think it's enough, and you want to rob them... Suddenly, I heard a creak, the sound of oarlocks.Looking out the window, three people came in a boat.That's five to two.The owner of the hut went out for a while, and immediately returned to fetch the small iron bucket, saying at the same time: "It was the squad leader who came to deliver the kerosene. Strange, why did he deliver it himself? Today is Sunday?" Sunday!We all forgot to see you on Sunday.It's the same for us every week.We escaped on Sunday night.That means three weeks have passed.What was it like in the labor camp? ...The hounds are probably desperate.Thought it would never catch us again.If we had traveled by car, we would probably have settled down in the Autonomous Republic of Karelia or the Republic of Belarus in these three weeks. We already had a residence permit and found a job.If all goes well, it may go farther west... Now, after three weeks, it would be a pity to surrender again! "Hey, Kolya! It's almost time to cheer up and pack up?" The two of us went out and squatted in the grass to observe: the owner of the hut got kerosene from the boat, his neighbor.The party member also leaned over and whispered something, but we couldn't hear it. The kerosene delivery man left.In order not to give them a chance to talk about us alone, I told Kolya to hurry back to the hut.I crept to the side of the master's boat myself, and in order not to rattle the iron chain, I pulled out the stake with great effort.I estimated the time: if the buoy squad leader went to report, it would take about 40 minutes to travel seven kilometers to the village. If there were armed personnel in the village, it would still take 15 minutes for them to gather and drive here by car. I go back to the house.The neighbor hasn't delivered firewood yet, and the two are still chatting.strangeness.Then you have to deal with two people.I said to Zhdanok: "Hey, Kolya, shall we go wash in the river before going to bed?" (We must discuss it.) We had just left the house when we heard the sound of leather boots in the dark.We bent down, and by the reflection of the gray sky (the moon had not yet risen), we saw several figures running in file from the bushes and surrounding the hut. I whispered to Kolya, "Get in the boat!" and ran to the shore.I rolled down the steep bank and landed right next to the boat.Lives are at stake, and every second counts.But Kolya was nowhere to be seen.Oops!Where has he gone?But I can't leave him. Finally, I saw a figure running towards the river bank in the darkness. "Kolya, is that you?" fire!Whoosh, the bullet hits head on!I rolled over and threw myself forward on the boat.The submachine gun on the steep bank fired several rounds of bullets one after another.People shouted: "One was killed!" Someone leaned over and asked, "Are you hurt?" I groaned.People pulled me out and dragged me.I limped along (if I had a gunshot wound, they beat me lightly) and in the dark I sneaked two knives into the grass. The red epaulet soldier on the shore asked what his last name was.I replied: "Storyarov." (I still hoped that if I could find a way to get through. I didn't want to say my real name, because that would mean the end of freedom!) People slapped me hard in the face: "Give me your name!" inside.Several bayonets were pointed at my stomach.One of them was dripping blood from the tip of the knife.The police lieutenant who caught me, Sabot Tashnikov, stabbed me in the face with the dry pistol, and I saw that the trigger of the pistol was cocked. "Give your name!" Alas, resistance is useless.I said my name. "Where's the other one?" The pistol in front of me was shaking, and it stabbed my bayonet again. "Where's the other one?" I'm glad Kolya wasn't caught.I repeat: They were still together just now, and they were probably beaten to death. " An operative in a blue cap came, a Kazakh.My hands were cut upside down, and he pushed me down on the bed, half lying down, and he slapped his mouth left and right, his arms swung in turn like swimming, and every slap made my head hit the wall one time. "Where's the weapon?" "What weapon?" "You are armed! Someone saw it in the night!" Oh, the hunter I met on the road also went to report... "That's a shovel, not a weapon." But he didn't believe it and continued to fight.Suddenly, I felt lighter - this was the beginning of unconsciousness.When I woke up, I heard: "Okay, you wait! If our people are injured, we will kill you immediately!" (They seemed to have a hunch that Kolya did get a gun! I found out later what happened. So I told Kolya to "get on board!" but Kolya ran in the opposite direction , he got into the grass. He later explained that he didn't understand me...Actually, no, he wanted to separate from me that day, and then he ran away. He remembered where he put his bicycle. After hearing the gunshots, he ran desperately towards the opposite direction of the river bank, and then crawled towards the direction we came from for a while, hiding in the grass. When it was completely dark and a group of people surrounded me, he went straight He got up and ran again. Weeping while running, he thought I was killed. He ran out of the original hut in one breath, kicked through the window, went in and looked for the shotgun on the wall. He found the shotgun and the bullets Loaded the gun. He said: "I thought: Take revenge? Shoot them and avenge Georgi? But, on second thought, no!" He found the bicycle and the axe He broke open the door from the inside, put some salt in his pocket, (does he think salt is the most important thing? Or has no time to think about it?) Then he rode his bicycle along the main road and went straight to the village. Ride by. (The soldiers didn't even think about it.) I read strapped and loaded onto the cart.Two soldiers sat on me and took me to a state ranch two kilometers away.There was a telephone in the ranch, and the ranger who was sitting in the cabin with the buoy squad leader who delivered the kerosene used it to notify the red epaulet soldiers, so they came so quickly.I hadn't expected a phone call. There is another small episode with this ranger.Unpleasant as it is to speak of, this episode is typical of captured fugitives.I want to untie my little hands because my hands are tied behind my back.Need someone to give me a very private help with their hands.Of course the soldier with the submachine gun didn't bother to do such a thing, so he asked the ranger to accompany me out.We leave the soldiers.As he relieved me in the dark, he begged me in a low voice to forgive his betrayal: "It's my duty! I have nothing else to do." I didn't answer.Who is to judge the right and wrong here?Some people betrayed us because of their responsibilities, and some also betrayed us without responsibilities.Everyone along the way betrayed us, except for the white-haired old man. In a hut by the main road, I was shirtless and bound.My mouth is very thirsty, but I won't give me water to drink.The red epaulet soldiers looked at me like a group of wild animals, and whoever liked it gave me a shot with the butt of their guns.However, it will not be so easy to be killed here: when they are few and there are no witnesses, they will kill people. (Their hatred is understandable, because for many days they have been lining up on the river bank, looking for us among the reeds, without rest, without hot food, only canned food.) A family lives in this cottage.The children stared at me curiously, but they didn't dare to come over, some trembling with fright.The Lieutenant of the Civil Police sat in a chair, drinking euteca with his host, rejoicing at the success and the reward he was about to receive.He boasted to his master: "Do you know who he is? A colonel, a famous American spy, a big bandit! He tried to escape to the American embassy. They killed people and ate human flesh on the way." Maybe he really believed it himself.The Ministry of Internal Affairs has been spreading these kinds of rumors about political prisoners, so that people can be caught easily, and everyone will report it.It is not enough for them to rely on the superior conditions of political power, weapons, and rapid maneuvering, they also need to rely on rumors to slander! (At this moment, Kolya passed our hut on a bicycle, with a gun on his back, as if nothing had happened. He saw the brightly lit hut, a few soldiers sitting by the door, smoking and laughing, and faces. I was tied up and naked against the window. He pedaled towards Omsk. At the place where he caught me, there were still soldiers standing guard in the grass all night, waiting for dawn to search. At this time, there was no one. The gun and bicycle of the neighboring floater are known to be missing, and the young party floater is probably off drinking and bragging.) The Lieutenant of the Civil Police, having thoroughly enjoyed the catch (an unusual catch for a local policeman!) ordered me to be taken into the village.I was thrown into the cart again.After entering the village, they were locked in a temporary detention room. (This kind of place is everywhere in the Soviet Union. Every village Soviet has a temporary detention room attached!) Two submachine gunners stood guard in the corridor, and two guarded the window!Colonel American Secret Service!He untied my hands, but ordered me to lie on the ground in the middle of the room and not to come near any wall.And so I spent an October night lying naked on the ground. The next morning a captain came and, looking hard at me, threw me one of my uniform jackets (they sold everything else and drank).He kept chewing on the door with his eyes, and asked me a strange question in a low voice: "How do you know me?" "I do not know you." "Then how do you know that Captain Vorobyov is leading the manhunt? You scoundrel! Do you know where you put me?!" His surname is also Vodobjov!He is also a captain!I did mention a Captain Vorobyov that night when we were posing as the operatives.It was the laborer who I let go out of kindness and reported the truth.Now the captain is in trouble!If the man leading the hunt was connected to the escapees, it should come as no surprise that no one was caught for three weeks! ... A few more officers came and shouted at me and also asked about Vorobyov.I told them: it was a random coincidence. They also tied my hands with iron wire, took off my shoelaces, and took me to the streets of the village during the day to demonstrate to the public.About twenty submachine gunners guarded me.The whole village came out, the women kept shaking their heads, and the children ran after them, shouting: "He's a bandit! He was taken to be shot!" His hands were tightly bound by the wire, and his shoes would fall off every time he took a step.However, I raised my head and looked at the crowd with proud eyes. I want everyone to see: I am a good person! Take me out to show the public, to let these women and children remember. (The myth about me will probably be around for another twenty years!) It was all the way to the village entrance before I was pushed into the battered wooden box of a truck.Five submachine gunners leaned against the cab and stared at me intently. In this way, after we escaped from the labor camp, I had to go back step by step for the whole journey we had traveled with great joy.And this distance, if you have to follow the winding road, it will be 500 kilometers.They handcuffed me very tightly.With both hands cutting upside down, there was no way to protect his face.I was lying in the carriage not like a man, but like a tied pig.This is how they punish us. The road was bumpy, it was raining non-stop, and the car was bumping and shaking on the potholed road.With the shaking of the car body, my head and face were grinding back and forth on the floor of the car.The head and face were scratched by wooden thorns, which penetrated into the flesh.Not only could the hands not protect the face, but they were also bitten by the handcuffs with the shaking of the car, as if they had been sawed off.I tried to get up on my knees and climb to the side of the car, and sat down against the side of the car.But, in vain!Because there was nothing to support it, the car shook and fell me again. I could only roll around on the floor of the car, sometimes bouncing up and bumping into the board.Face up to the sky, no way, the hands on the back can't stand it.Turn your body sideways, no.Get down, it doesn't work either.I wanted to bend my neck and raise my head a little so as not to hit my face all the time, but no, my neck couldn’t support it for a while, and my head fell down and hit the floor again... The five escorts looked at my pain and did not move at all. This journey of escort will also be an ideological education for them. Lieutenant Yakovlev, who was sitting in the driver's cab, looked into the compartment whenever the car stopped, grinned and said, "Well! Didn't you run away?" I asked him to take off my handcuffs, and he Smiling: "I'm not the boy who made you go through the barbed wire. Pain? You should die of pain!" The first night I was happy, thinking: This time the beating was considered light, and it was not considered "punishment according to the crime".Now I understand: Why should they bother their fists if there are broken trucks that will punish me?There was not a single spot on my body that wasn't scraped and bruised.His hands were in severe pain, and his head seemed to be splitting open.His face was covered with bruises, many wooden thorns were pierced, and his skin was scratched. The car went all day and most of the night. When I stopped fighting against the carriage and just numbly allowed my head to bump against the side of the carriage, an escort soldier couldn't stand it anymore, put a bag under my head, and secretly loosened it for me. He loosened the handcuffs, and whispered when he bent down: "It's okay, we're almost here, just bear with it for a while." (How could this young man say such a thing? Who educated him? It's probably not Maxim ? What Gorky educated was not educated by the political instructors of their company.) Ekbastuz.Soldiers surrounded the car. "Come out!" I couldn't stand up. (Even if I could stand up, they would have let me pass under the punches and kicks of jubilant soldiers.) The side rails were opened, and I was dragged to the ground.The guards gathered, all wanting to see and mock.Someone shouted, "Ha! You invader!" Drag me over the watchtower and into the prison.Instead of cramming me into a cell, I was immediately put in a regular cell, so that those who like to "fight for freedom" can see what I look like. In the cell, the inmates carefully picked me up and put me on the upper bunk.Only they won't get me something to eat until tomorrow at breakfast. That night Kolya rode on the road to Omsk.As soon as he saw the lights of cars in the distance, he hurried into the grassland, reversed the car, and lay down.Then he saw a lonely farmer in the field with a chicken coop next to the house, and hope rekindled, so he groped in, broke the necks of three chickens, and put them in his pocket.When the other chickens crowed, he ran away quickly. He's lacked confidence since we made a couple of big mistakes, and Kolya is even more uncertain now that I've been caught.He was unstable and nervous.Just running forward with a certain desperate mood can no longer think about countermeasures well.He can no longer judge a very simple truth; the loss of the bicycle and the gun must have been discovered by now, so these two things can no longer help him camouflage, and he should get rid of these two too obvious signs as soon as possible. At the same time, he should not enter Omsk from the main road on this side, but should make a big circle from afar, go to the other side, and enter the city by small roads.The guns and bicycles should be sold as soon as possible so that some money can be made.None of this occurred to him.He hid in the grass by the Irtysh River for most of the day, but he didn't last until night, so he walked along the path by the river when it was not dark.It is quite possible that by this time his features had already been broadcast on the radio, and public broadcasting of such things was not shunned in Siberia as it was in the European part of the USSR. He rode his bicycle to a small house and went in.There was only the old woman and her daughter in her thirties at home.There is a radio at home.Oddly enough, the song on the radio was: The vagrants escaped from Sakhalin, Along the path of the beasts... Kolya suddenly had mixed feelings, and tears welled up in his eyes.The women asked him: "What makes you so sad?" Hearing their sympathetic question, Kolya couldn't help but burst into tears.Both women tried to comfort him.He explained: "I'm all alone now, and it's all deserted me." "Then you should marry a wife," the old woman said seriously, not knowing whether she was joking or not. "My daughter lived alone." Kolya was even more moved.He couldn't help but cast a few glances at the girl to be married.But the girl turned her face solemnly and said: "Do you have money for vodka?" Kolya searched out the last few rubles, which seemed not enough. "Well, I'll add some later." The girl said and went out. "That's right!" Kolya remembered, "I also hunted some sand chickens here. Mother-in-law, go and stew them, isn't it a holiday dinner!" "You are all hens!" The old woman grabbed the chicken and looked at it, something was wrong. "That's why I didn't see clearly when I was typing at night." "Then why is the chicken's neck broken?..." Kolya asked for a cigarette.老太婆却为了马合烟向新姑爷要钱。这时科利亚把便帽摘了下来。老太婆一看，更是慌了神： "看你这头剃得光光的，该不是个逃犯吧？别找麻烦，赶快给我走开！等我闺女回来，我们给你报告去！" 科利亚总是在想：为什么我们在额尔齐斯河上可怜了自由的人们，而自由的人们却一点也不可怜我们呢？他把墙上挂的一件莫斯科式短上衣取下来（天已经凉了，可他身上只有一件衣服），穿上一试，正合身。老太婆在喊："把你交给民警去！"这时科利亚已经从窗户看见老太婆的闺女回来了，还有一个男人骑自行车跟在后面。她已经去报告了！ 那就是说--"玛赫玛杰拉！"日丹诺克抓起枪，对老太婆说： "到墙角去！躺下！"他自己侧身靠在墙上。两个人刚一进门，他就厉声命令说： "都躺下！"又对那个男人说："你把靴子脱下来送给我作结婚礼物吧2一只一只地脱！" 男人在对准他的枪口威胁下脱了皮靴。科利亚把靴子穿上，把劳改营的破鞋扔掉。然后警告他们：谁敢出去追，就开枪。 日丹诺克骑上自行车跑了。但是男人骑自己的车紧追上来。科利亚跳下车来，举枪瞄准： "站住J放倒自行车！往后退！" 科利亚把男人赶开，走过去踩坏车辐条，用刀子割开车带，自己这才骑车走了。 他很快就上了大路。眼前就是鄂木斯克，他径直向鄂木斯克骑去！来到一个公共汽车站。旁边菜园里有几个妇女正在刨马铃薯。一辆三轮摩托车从后面跟上来了，上面坐着三个穿棉袄的工人模样的人。走着走着，三轮摩托突然一转，用车斗向科利亚撞过来，把他撞倒了。三个人跳下摩托车，一齐扑向科利亚，掏出手枪，用枪把打他的头。 菜园里的妇女们叫起来："你们干吗打人？他惹你们了吗？！" indeed!他惹他们了吗？ ... 但是，谁对谁干了什么并且将要干什么，这是老百姓所不能理解的。三个人的棉袄下面都穿着军装（行动人员小组不分昼夜地守候在进入鄂木斯克的路口）。妇女们听到的回答是："他是杀人犯！"这样说最简单。于是，相信法律的妇女们就又继续去刨马铃薯了。 行动小组首先就问这个乞丐般的逃跑者有没有钱？科利亚诚实地回答说：没有。他们搜他，在他刚刚抢来的新装"莫斯科式上衣"口袋里找到了五十卢布。他们拿了钱，到一家饭馆足吃足喝了一顿。不过，也还给科利亚吃了一顿饱饭。 我们就这样被挂在监狱里很长时间，直到第二年的七月才审判。经过九个月的劳改营监狱，我们都患浮肿。这期间时常被揪去审问。负责审讯的是劳改营头目马切霍夫斯基和行动特派员魏因施泰因。他们追问：犯人中间谁帮助我们逃跑的？自由工人中间谁同我们"商量好了"在我们逃跑时把电灯熄灭？（我并没有对他们讲明原来的计划不是这样，电灯熄灭反而妨碍了我们。）鄂木斯克的接头地点在哪里？想从哪里越过国境逃出去？（他们根本不能理解人们想留在故土的心情，而是认定人们想往国外跑。）我们回答说。 "我们是往莫斯科跑，往党中央跑，去申诉对我们的非法逮捕，没有别的想法。"但是他们不信。 审讯没有搞到什么"有趣的"材料，最后也只好给我们每人拼凑一个由下列"花朵"组成的逃跑者的"花束"：刑法第五十八条第14分条（反革命怠工）；第五十八条第3分条（强盗行为）；"六四"指令第1-2条（结伙偷盗）；同一指令第2-2条（暴力抢劫，危及人身安全）；第一百八十二条（制造并携带凶器）。 但是，这一整串吓人的条文也并没有给我们加上比已经戴上的镣铐更沉重的镣铐。早已超越一切合理界限的法律惩罚所能给予我们的也不过就是二十五年苦役吧，而这却是一个浸礼教徒为了一次祈祷就可能受到的刑罚，也是我们在逃跑前已经被判处的刑罚。因此，只不过是今后点名时回答自己的"刑满日期"时不再说"一九七三年"了，要说"一九七五年"，如此而已。难道当时，在一九五一年，我们能够感受到一九七三与一九七五之间有什么差别吗！ ? 审讯中只有一点使我们受到威胁；他们说要把我们按经济破坏犯论处。这个看来很普通的名词却比那些司空见惯的"怠工、强盗、抢劫、偷窃"等等危险得多。因为根据这一罪状可以判处死刑，这是一年前才宣布实行的。 说我们搞"经济破坏"，是因为我们"破坏了人民国家的经济"。审讯员对我们解释说：为了追捕你们，国家共花费十万零二千卢布；造成其他工地都停工几天（没有放囚犯们出工棚，因为担任警戒的士兵大部调去执行搜捕任务）；有二十三辆汽车载着士兵昼夜奔驰在草原上搜寻，三星期就用掉了全年汽油消耗定额；向附近所有的城市和村庄派去了行动人员小组；发出了全苏通缉令，同时向全国分发了我和科利亚的照片各四百张。 我们怀着骄傲的心请听完了这一长串数字…… 结果，我们又各自被判二十五年。 当读者拿到这本书的时候，"很可能，我们的刑期还没有满呢……" 当读者拿到这本书时，格奥尔吉?帕夫洛维奇?腾诺，这个竞技运动家，甚至是竞技运动的理论家，已经于一九六七年十月二十二日死于突然发现的癌症了。他是在病床上勉强看完这些章节的，并且用那已经开始麻木的手亲自作了一些修改。他绝没有想到会这样死去，他对朋友们所作的誓言也不是要这样死去的！每次盘算逃跑计划时，他都一次又一次地燃起要死于战斗的愿望。他常说："我死的时候一定要同时带着十来个杀人犯到阴间去，其中第一个就是维亚奇克?卡尔祖贝（即莫洛托夫），另外还一定得有赫瓦特（既负责瓦维洛夫案件的侦查员）。我不是要杀人，我是要处死他们。既然国家法律保护杀人犯，我就得这样做！"腾诺曾说："在你已经打出头几枪之后，你自己生命的本钱就算已经捞回了，那时你会高高兴兴地超额完成任务。"但是，病魔突然袭来，没有允许他找到武器，转瞬间夺走了他的力气。当腾诺已经知道自己的病情时J他还曾亲自把我写给苏联作家代表大会的信分别投到莫斯科的许多邮箱里去。他希望把他葬在爱沙尼亚。给他作临终祈祷的牧师也是个老囚犯，是蹲过希特勒和斯大林双方的集中营的。 可是，莫洛托夫却安全地活下来了，他正在翻阅旧报纸并撰写他的刽子手回忆录。而赫瓦特呢，他正在高尔基大街第四十一号住宅里安闲地花着他的养老金。 在腾诺逃跑事件发生以后，（由于他那不幸的短小喜剧）劳改营文化教育科的文娱小组被解散了一年之久。 这是因为；文化固然很好，但是文化应该为压迫服务，而不应该为自由服务。