Narrated in the first person, this short story is one episode in the life of a Russian labour-camp inmate. Written by Varlam Shalamov after his own experiences at a gulag, it describes the apathy of prisoners as they steadily approach death, the assuredness of betrayal and duplicity, and the constant craving for material satisfaction to lessen the empty, scorched feeling inside. When an old acquaintance lays out an escape plan, that satisfaction is offered in the form of condensed milk: a sweet, delicious extravagance - a small element of joy in the midst of impending death.
Varlam Tikhonovich Shalamov (Russian: Варлам Тихонович Шаламов; June 18, 1907–January 17, 1982), baptized as Varlaam, was a Russian writer, journalist and poet.
Alternate spellings of his name: Варлам Шаламов Varlam Chalamov Warłam Szałamow Warlam Schalamow V. T. Shalamov Varlam Șalamov
Told from the point of view of a prisoner in a gulag, this is a story of betrayal, cunning, and survival involving condensed milk used as bait for a trap. I like how spare details can convey so much about human nature.