
The Diary Of A Gulag Prison Guard
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This is the translated diary of Ivan Chistyakov, a cultured Muscovite and amateur painter and poet who was sent to the Gulag in 1937 and spent over a year as a commander of guards at the Baikal-Amur Corrective Labour Camp. The manuscript was recovered from the archives of the Memorial International Human Rights Centre in Moscow. What sets it apart from most Gulag literature is the vantage point: a guard, not a prisoner, recording camp life with immediacy, from petty rivalries that put lives at risk to prisoners hacking off fingers to bet in card games. It suits readers of Soviet history and first-person testimony who want a witness account rather than a polished memoir or a historian's synthesis.
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This book presents the diary of Ivan Chistyakov, a commander of guards in a Soviet labour camp. The original is held in the archives of the Memorial International Human Rights Centre in Moscow. It is a rare first-person account written from the guards' side of the Gulag.
Chistyakov was sent to the Gulag in 1937 and worked at the Baikal-Amur Corrective Labour Camp for over a year. He was a cultured Muscovite, an amateur painter and poet, with a nostalgia for pre-revolutionary Russia. He found life at the camp abhorrent.
The diary records camp conditions and the dangers of petty rivalries. It describes prisoners cutting off their fingers to bet in card games, railway sleepers burned for firewood, and Siberian winds that froze the lather on the soap. It also includes his poetic reflections on the landscape, everyday complaints about his stove, and thoughts on the cruelty of loneliness.




