A review by abij
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

"Shukhov ate his bread down to his very fingers, keeping only a little bit of bare crust, the half-moon-shaped top of the loaf- because no spoon is as good for scraping a bowl of porridge clean as a bread-crust. He wrapped the crust in his cloth again and slipped it into his inside pocket for dinner, buttoned himself up against the cold and prepared for work. Let them send him out now! Though of course, it would be better if they'd wait a bit longer." P. 45