Galia raised her eyes and looked at Artiom.
“Now you can’t talk about any Galia from spring,” thought Artiom, comically rather than in fear.
“Then they,” Galia remembered, “started a hunger strike with a demand that they be returned to the mainland. And they took them off, no problem. Only I don’t think that they’ll have it better there. They lived here in an ivory tower. All the work they needed to do was chop the wood for their own heating. Even that they didn’t want to do! To prepare their own logs — that was beneath them. But to burn those logs that other inmates had chopped for them — that’s fine. Even the twigs to use for cooking — even that they wouldn’t chop, but they didn’t have any issues accepting other people’s labor! All that was left was to demand their own batmen for horse
