On top of everything, the cancer wing was Number 13.
An edition of Раковый корпус
(1968)
Cancer ward
by Александр Исаевич Солженицын
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'There has been no such analysis of the corrupting power of the police state in Soviet literature'--Stuart Hood in the Listener
Solzhenitsyn, like Oleg Kostoglotov, the central character of this novel, went in the mid-1950s from concentration camp to cancer ward and later recovered. The British publication of Cancer Ward in 1968 confirmed him as Russia's greatest living novelist although it has never been openly published in the Soviet Union.
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Russia, Soviet Union, Continental european fiction (fictional works by one author), Soviet union, fiction, Patients, Cancer, Fiction, Political fiction, Slavic philology, Russian Fiction, Prisoners in Fiction, Social conditions, Psychological aspects, 18.53 Russian literature, Ficción, Novela política, Cáncer, Novela médica, Hospitals, Pacientes, Large type books, Fiction, general, Solzhenit︠s︡yn, aleksandr isaevich , 1918-2008, Cancer--patients, Cancer--patients--fiction, Pz4.s69 can2, Pg3488.o4, 891.7/3/44Places
Soviet Union, Uzbekistan, Unión SoviéticaTimes
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This translation originally published: London: Bodley Head, 1968.
Translated from the Russian.
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Only a prisoner in his first years of sentence believes, every time he is summoned from his cell and told to collect his belongings, that he is being called to freedom. To him every whisper of an amnesty sounds like the trumpets of archangels. But they call him out of his cell, read his some loathsome documents and shove him in another cell on the floor below, even darker than the previous one but with the same stale, used-up air.
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