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The municipal trolleys were all slow and noisy. They screeched hysterically against the rails at every bend. None of them had automatic doors.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Cancer Ward, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, 1969, p. 155.
PLACE: Uzbekistan, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
TIME: 1954.
Without the rattle of the trolley car he could hear, he was sure he could hear, a sort of iron knocking noise. A moment later he spotted a Uzbek in a black and white skullcap .... He was squatting in the middle of the street hammering a hoe into a circle against one of the rails of the single trolley track.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Cancer Ward, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, 1969, p. 490.
PLACE: Uzbekistan, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
TIME: 1954.
CIRCUMSTANCE: An Uzbek using a trolley rail as an anvil, since metal was such a rarity in places like this.
Out in the yard the motorcycle gave a number of impudent, explosive bursts. It had no silencer. The motor died, roared out and died again.
The motorcylce twitched, spat, barked and then died away.
And that damn motorcycle was tearing him to shreds. It wouldn't start.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Cancer Ward, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, 1969, p. 516 - 517.
PLACE: Uzbekistan, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
TIME: 1954.
With an iron screech, especially on the beds, as though gravely ill itself, the trolley car dragged him along the narrow stone streets.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Cancer Ward, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, 1969, p. 519.
PLACE: Uzbekistan, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
TIME: 1954.
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