Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.
Aleksandr SolzhenitsynAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: russian
- Born: December 11, 1918
- Died: August 3, 2008