Days and Lives :: Conflict

Prisoner: Olga Adamova-Sliozberg

Olga confronted a female criminal when she worked as the brigadier of the field agrarian team. “Once, while surveying the field, I noticed that whole rows of cabbage didn’t have a core where the whole cabbage is supposed to grow from little leaves. At first I thought that another pest is eating them and I would have to immediately start a struggle against them. Suddenly I saw that a member of our crew, a criminal prisoner Valya, is calmly picking these cores and eating them like seeds. ‘Why are you doing this? You will destroy the whole crop!’ She gave me an idiotic smile and replied: ‘Why do we need it? The boss will feed us anyway.’ I almost beat her up, wrath blinded me, but she just smiled innocently.”


In the Gulag camps, prisoner life was dangerous. Fear of gang violence and rape was very real, and conflicts ensued between criminal and political prisoners and among inmates from different ethno-national groups.

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To survive the Gulag, prisoners had to compete not only with the elements, the authorities, the work, and the starvation, but also with other prisoners. Suspicion, jealousy, and violence pervaded a world where prisoners fought for access to limited necessities of life. Prisoners stole food and clothes from each other; they grabbed credit for the labor output of others; they informed to curry favor with authorities. They even raped and beat to satisfy desires for sex, power and violence.

Prisoners had to make quick judgments about other inmates—knowing whom to trust was key for survival. Was the prisoner sitting next to you an informer, a member of a violent criminal gang, part of a rival nationalist group, or even a potential rapist?

Wartime Gulag prisoner Janusz Bardach captured the uncertainties: “Chelovek cheloveku volk—‘man is wolf to man.’ My mother had taught me this phrase when I was a child. Now it bore into my heart every day, every hour, as I saw prisoners fight each other savagely for paika or a puff of a cigarette; heard them curse, cry, and moan; smelled their decaying, rotting bodies; saw them die. I could be forced to lie on a bench in this or in another bathhouse and be repeatedly raped not by my oppressors—whom I considered to be the NKVD guards—but by my fellow prisoners. For the first time I realized how vulnerable I was—only twenty-two, alone, and still too weak to resist an assault.”