The Life-Story of a Russian Exile - The Remarkable Experience of a Young Girl, Being an Account of Her Peasant Childhood, Her Girlhood in Prison, Her Exile to Siberia, and Escape From There #248266

Our hut stood at the very entrance to the village. It was old and rickety. The two little windows were low, near the ground. In the severe winter months the snow piled up high in front of them, shutting out the feeble light that penetrated the double windows. During the greater part of the year the broken panes were replaced with cardboard, as a protection against the clouds of dust which drifted into the house every time a vehicle passed. The thatch on the roof was black with age. It was broken in sev eral places. When the rains were heavy the water leaked through and formed a puddle on the mud floor.