THE SCHOOL OF THE TRAIN THIEF
They taught me, or rather they trained me, like a dog, all three of them. The boss of the gang, Ryty, or Dad, was the most experienced and cunning of them, the second was Permyak and the third, Antip. Evidently I had caught them on “holiday”. And for eight to ten hours a day they tormented me. The things they did to me: in the morning, besides all the running, squats and press-ups, they forced me to get into a fetal position many times, and each time they reduced the amount of time required, until they achieved a result of literally one second. Then two of them would take me by the arms and legs, sway me back and forth and throw me off a hill – down the slope. In mid-flight, I was supposed to curl up into a fetal position and smoothly come down, rolling over
