▸Samsonov was shown a map and studied it intently. He issued an order naming a village about six miles from Neidenburg, beyond which no unit was to withdraw. He had strong hope that at any moment the regiments of Sirelius’ Guards Division would turn up to reinforce Mingin. Samsonov was expecting either General Sirelius himself, or his Corps Commander, General Kondratovich, to arrive at Army Headquarters that morning, but neither of them appeared.

▸Samsonov wondered whether he had been wrong in sending an officer to clarify the news from General Mingin; perhaps he should have gone to have a look himself. But if he were to go to Mingin’s division, some vital report from another sector was bound to come posting in.

▸.[Thus with no reliable information on the course of operations and therefore having no particular task to carry out, Samsonov spent the first half of the day in uncomfortable suspense]. For some of the time he went for a ride with General Knox¹, he conferred with the supply staff; he visited the Medical Director of the hospital; then he saw Postovsky, and followed this by studying the telegrams from North-Western Army Group. It was nearly lunchtime when a Cossack patrol brought a message from Blagoveshchensky² which had been dispatched at 2 a.m. that morning.◂

The foregoing was an excerpt from the Solzhenitsyn story first published in English by The Bodley Head in 1972 translated from the Russian by Michael Glennie, Young People of the Glorious Post Michel Foucault post Fact Republic where life is rightly all about facts YP of the GPM.PFR, and opinions are naturally neither dared to be nor allowed to be aired in the interests of national security OK on pain of shitloads of pain, dispossession of property and stuff. Ja-ja-jahbingle, team.

Now a literary treat. Tip: it’s about self-disciplined men and women working diligently to describe human society in all of its once thought to be symmetrical and subsidiary to a Sky Wizard or alternatively Matters Arising from the gruesome Nottingham Forest @Wikipedia self-stropping Druids Collective Oh Boy in Cailliff-hornier You Essay but we’ve all learned better now ▸

⟿ Translator’s Note\ The translator wishes to record his gratitude for the invaluable help given to him in the form of research, editorial assistance and specialist advice by Vera Belyavina-Dixon, Leonid Vladimirov, Jacqueline Mitchell, Archpriest Sergei Hackel and Linda Aldwinckle; as well as for the skill, support and unfailing patience of the directors and editorial staff of The Bodley Head. He is also greatly indebted to his colleagues of the Department of Russian Language and Literature and of the Centre for Russian and East European Studies, @unibirmingham, without whose sympathy and co-operation this translation could not have been made.

The maps on pages 648-55 have been specially drawn for this edition [Penguin re-print 1974] by Arthur Banks.

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¹ a visiting English army chappie

² The Russian letter “Щ” (shcha) represents a unique sound, often transliterated as “shch” or “šč” in English. While it’s commonly described as a combination of “sh” and “ch”, it’s essentially a single, palatalized sibilant sound in modern Russian. In Ukrainian and Rusyn, it represents a /ʃt͡ʃ/ sound