Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsThe fellow didn’t answer.- Tell me why do you want it? And when he wantedto add something more he noticed the thin neck as astick of the fellow, and his eyes with black circles aroundand kept himself screaming to the subordinates:-Who has left there the marmalade?- The prisoners. Those one who we give it as antidotewhen they enter the miner.-said the officer.- Why did they not eat it?The police went near the boss and said on the ear“because it is acidulated.”- Oh I see!- and the commander said to the fellow-So you need it as the food when you escape?!- No commandant, I want it for…- Tie him- said the commandantIt was so strange. That day the guiltier was not putin the cell and was not tortured by the punishment team.All got surprised but the curiosity didn’t last becausewe soon take the notice that the military doctor of theprison had said that the fellow was so sick that even iflet him free, he would not be able to go his home.I occasionally learned something more about the lifeof this mountaineer. A cousin of him prisoner in thecamp told me:“Don’t look him now, because Mark (this was hisname) has been so imp and so sly that his friends calledhim with the nickname “roe deer” and surely he waslike a roe deer when he followed his father to collect97