 through Siberia, with his teeth falling out because of having no vitamin C while he was in the prison camp, feet practically bare, starving to death. And one day on the road, on the path, as he's walking, walking, walking, walking, there's a loaf of bread just sitting in the middle of the road, still warm, as though it had dropped from heaven to keep him going. And it did help him lighten his spirits and help him keep going.