In front of the inquisitor stood a small, thin peasant in a coarse shirt and patched trousers, with a pock-marked face, and eyes that could not easily be seen hidden in heavy, drooping brows, and a sullen, cold expression. His long uncombed hair, which looked like a hat, made his face look even more spidery. He was barefoot.

“Denis Grigoryev！” The interrogator began to say，“Come closer and answer my question. On July 7, the 7th of this month, the railway watchman Evane Semionov AkinwfDuring patrol along the line，I ran into you at 141 kilometers. I'm screwing the rail. I'm fixing the screw cap of the sleeper. Look, this is the screw cap. He's screwing you with this screw……Is that so?”

“What？”

“Is it as he said?”

“Oh，yeah，just like what he said just now.”

“Well, why do you screw the cap?”

“What？”

“Do not keep ‘What’，please.Answer my question, why do you screw the cap?”