Cold

Silesian Konrad Widuch worked in the mines, served in the navy, and then joined the Spartacus rebels - and, driven by a hot revolutionary heart, found himself in the Motherland of the world proletariat, when no one could even imagine what this state would turn into in a few years. And at some point his life turns into a constant, exhausting struggle with people and nature for the opportunity to live another day. This novel is a classic story of the Soviets of the 30s, a story about terrible things from an eyewitness and an involuntary cause of those horrors, and at the same time an ode to harsh nature and human endurance. This is the confession of a person trying to find out what really matters in life and whether there is any meaning in it. Sitting in an ice-bound yacht, with only a pencil and paper, without a single living soul around, Konrad Vidukh ruthlessly dissects his past, searching for the answer to a single question - am I human?