One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich recounts life in the Soviet prison Gulag Archipelago, from the moment the protagonist, also known as Schukhov, wakes up until he closes his eyes on the bed at the end of the day. One day, seemingly simple and can not say many things, but as far as I see it is actually secret. What is sealed? Steal the struggles every hour and minute to survive. Sealed thoughts on how to hide the bread, how to get an extra serving of porridge. One day but clearly enough to see a regime, a working system. And just one day is enough to portray countless different people.
A day of survival is indeed labor. Not only tired of working 11 hours under -27 degrees Celsius, because there are only thin porridge to porridge and a few hundred grams of bread, but also tired of tricks and tricks to live. To be fair, Schukhov was not a trickster in the bad sense, but he had become adept in prison life. What to eat, say, do, all he lied on. But hidden deep in the seemingly too understanding of life to the point of being callous, there still existed in him a compassion, a kindness and a very human being.