THE CHILDREN OF ARTILLERYMEN
The nights were becoming cold. Mitka was helped by the fur garment he had been given, but still, by morning we were quite frozen. We had to get a woolen blanket from somewhere – at least one for two of us. In Kurgan, where we arrived on the third day, we endured several days, and almost ended up in the clutches of the police again. Initially we worked at the market, but after two days of work, interest in us ran out, and we decided to go to the train station square. A lot of soldiers gathered there, and our repertoire was more suitable for them than for the people at the market, but it was more dangerous, the black and raspberry toadstools could come after us.
Our performances at the square were successful. They kept asking blind Mitka to sing. They examined
