“We’ve covered ourselves with everything we own, plus a snow blanket on top. It does provide warmth. The snow is everywhere - our pillows, our hair. You stick your head out, take a deal breath, slip under the covers again and breathe out. Feels warm. The snow on your hair melts, then turns to ice. A winter hat. Silence. Darkness... The only thing visible is the snow.” Soviet UnionSoviet RussiaDiaryGulagLithuanian LiteratureLabour Camp Book:Shadows on the Tundra Source: Shadows on the Tundra