“It was granted me to carry away from my prison years on my bent back, which nearly broke beneath its load, this… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good.… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
