ESCAPE AGAIN
With the escape from Chelyabinsk, new patterns in my life in the expanses of the pre-Ural lands among the human taiga began. I ran away from the orphanage by myself, without trying to talk anyone into coming with me, but I ran with the memory and sorrow of the first friend in my life, the blind Mityai. I ran in the May warmth from the window of the school barracks. All of the few clothes I had, along with necessary supplies, had been stored up and hidden in the oven part of the unused old stove in the orphanage. I was able to gather food to last me over three days. The train wagon passkeys had survived the winter in the bottom storey of the old house.
To start with I walked towards the train station, but going around it, went out to the railway tracks and trudged along them
