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I dedicate thisto all those who did not liveto tell it.And may they please forgive mefor not having seen it allnor remembered it all,for not having divined all of it.
 Author's Note
For years I have with reluctant heart withheld from publication this already completed book: my obligation to those still living outweighed my obligation to the dead. But nowthat State Security has seized the book anyway, I have no alternative but to publish itimmediately.In this book there are no fictitious persons, nor fictitious events. People and places arenamed with their own names. If they are identified by initials instead of names, it is for  personal considerations. If they are not named at all, it is only because human memoryhas failed to preserve their names. But it all took place just as it is here described.
PART IThe Prison Industry
"In the period of dictatorship, surrounded on all sides by enemies, we sometimesmanifested unnecessary leniency and unnecessary softheartedness."KRYLENKO,
 speech at the Promparty trial 
1. Arrest2. The History of Our Sewage Disposal System3. The Interrogation4. The Bluecaps5. First Cell, First Love6. That Spring7. In the Engine Room8. The Law as a Child9. The Law Becomes a Man10. The Law Matures11. The Supreme Measure12. Tyurzak 
PART IIPerpetual Motion
And then we see it in the wheels,the wheels!Which never like to rest,the wheels! . . .How heavy are the stones themselves,the millstones!They dance in merry ranks . . .the millstones!W. MÜLLER 
1. The Ships of the Archipelago2. The Ports of the Archipelago3. The Slave Caravans4. From Island to IslandTranslator's NotesGlossary: NamesInstitutions and TermsILLUSTRATIONSAleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn In the armyIn detention After his release from campViktor Petrovich PokrovskyAleksandr Shtrobinder Vasily Ivanovich AnichkovAleksandr Andreyevich Svechin
Mikhail Aleksandrovich ReformatskyYelizaveta Yevgenyevna Anichkova
In 1949 some friends and I came upon a noteworthy news item in
, a magazine of the Academy of Sciences. It reported in tiny type that in the course of excavations on theKolyma River a subterranean ice lens had been discovered which was actually a frozenstream—and in it were found frozen specimens of prehistoric fauna some tens of thousands of years old. Whether fish or salamander, these were preserved in so fresh astate, the scientific correspondent reported, that those present immediately broke open theice encasing the specimens and devoured them
with relish
on the spot.The magazine no doubt astonished its small audience with the news of how successfullythe flesh of fish could be kept fresh in a frozen state. But few, indeed, among its readerswere able to decipher the genuine and heroic meaning of this incautious report.As for us, however—we understood instantly. We could picture the entire scene rightdown to the smallest details: how those present broke up the ice in frenzied haste; how,flouting the higher claims of ichthyology and elbowing each other to be first, they tore off chunks of the prehistoric flesh and hauled them over to the bonfire to thaw them out and bolt them down.We understood because we ourselves were the same kind of people as
those present 
atthat event. We, too, were from that powerful tribe of 
, unique on the face of the earth,the only people who could devour prehistoric salamander 
with relish
.And the Kolyma was the greatest and most famous island, the pole of ferocity of thatamazing country of 
which, though scattered in an Archipelago geographically,was, in the psychological sense, fused into a continent—an almost invisible, almostimperceptible country inhabited by the zek people.And this Archipelago crisscrossed and patterned that other country within which it waslocated, like a gigantic patchwork, cutting into its cities, hovering over its streets. Yetthere were many who did not even guess at its presence and many, many others who hadheard something vague. And only those who had been there knew the whole truth.But, as though stricken dumb on the islands of the Archipelago, they kept their silence.By an unexpected turn of our history, a bit of the truth, an insignificant part of the whole,was allowed out in the open. But those same hands which once screwed tight our handcuffs now hold out their palms in reconciliation: "No, don't! Don't dig up the past!Dwell on the past and you'll lose an eye."But the proverb goes on to say: "Forget the past and you'll lose both eyes."
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