“But what is this? The jailor’s key is rattling brazenly in the lock. The gloomy block superintendent is there with a long list. “Last name, first name, patronymic? Date of birth? Article of the Code? Term? End of term? Get your things together. Be quick about it!”
Well, brothers, a prisoner transport. We’re off to somewhere! Good Lord, bless us! Shall we gather up our bones?
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