Quote by Mikhail Iossel
““My head was reeling. My eyelids were heavy. But I knew what to do. We, the trainmen, had a cure for drowsiness. I picked up a pocketknife from the table and lightly cut my forefinger. Then I sprinkled the cut with salt from the box on my table. The pain, unbearable at first, subsided in a moment. Now I felt miserable and angry.””