Originally posted by savoche But, Shukhov remembered, this wasn’t just the same old daily visit to the PPS clerks. Today was the big day for them. They’d heard a lot of talk of switching their gang — 104 — from putting up work- shops to a new job building a new “Socialist Community Development.” But so far it was nothing more than bare fields covered with snowdrifts, and before anything could be done there, holes had to be dug, posts put in, and barbed wire put up — by the prisoners for the prisoners, so they couldn’t get out. And then they could start building.
"One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich"?