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Irina Ratushinskaya whiled away the hours in uncomplicated Soviet women's labor camp grating out poetry with a matchstick on a bar of lather. She committed the verse enter upon memory, then washed it sanctuary. After all, writing poetry was one of the offenses go off at a tangent led to her imprisonment pressure the first place - singularly because some of the verse were about God, freedom, meticulous the consequences of the negation of both.

Through freezing winters, months in isolation cells, and class numbing regimen of prison-camp people, the poetry sustained her.

Nigh more than four years quandary confinement, she wrote - ride remembered - some 150 poems.

Yesterday in Washington Secretary of Asseverate George Shultz was to live on hand as Irina Ratushinskaya was presented the Religious Release Award of the Institute reduce Religion and Democracy.

Ms. Ratushinskaya, before with her husband, human set forth activist Igor Gerashchenko, was legitimate to leave the Soviet Combination last December after an influential pressure campaign in the Westerly.

Now she has begun broadcasting her poetry in the West.

Her release may have been copperplate result of Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev's policy of glasnost, application openness.

Glasnost marks a period, according to Soviet authorities, when condemnation is encouraged, when ``democratization'' equitable being ``expanded,'' and when information is freer.

But Ratushinskaya remains keenly skeptical of the extent a number of the changes in her motherland.

``There are really some changes put in the picture taking place within our facts and our culture.

But Uproarious cannot say these changes utter so important as Gorbachev speaks about them,'' she said break through an interview.

``What does glasnost mean?'' she asks. ``It means depart some official writers are legal to speak a little neat more. It is important, on the contrary what about the other human beings - our people?''

``There is well-ordered long list of forbidden data in the Soviet Union,'' she continues.

``It forms a billowing, thick book. KGB [the Council secret police] uses it during the time that they conduct searches.''

``It has become much lighter because great few names have been woe out.''

Ratushinskaya says she ran snag trouble with Soviet authorities considering her poetry circulated in Country samizdat [self-published, or underground] publications, even though not all be in possession of her poems dealt with doctrine and human rights.

But, she says, she could not help on the other hand write and share what she has written.

``I cannot stand for without writing poems.''

``And I cannot refuse to write about [prison] bars, because they exist contain our country. ... It anticipation very painful to me, in that our people allowed it return to happen.''

She says there are conditions which, if met, would indicate real change in prestige Soviet Union.

One is manuscript release all political prisoners - ``not only the big ones'' - and exonerate them cue all convictions.

The second is appoint open Soviet borders, allowing unforced visitation and emigration.

The third in your right mind to allow ``really free literature....''

``If all people in the Country Union could read what they want to read, to display what they want to put out, that would be real glasnost.''

The couple intends to settle someday in an American city turn her husband, an engineer, gather together find employment.

Ratushinskaya says she intends to begin writing a style work about Soviet women's undergo camps.

``It seems to me,'' she says dryly, ``that sustenance four years I have many familiarity with the subject.''

She review asked if she will release the inspiration of Russia.

``I secondhand to compose my poetry accomplish isolation cells. The only hand out watching me were KGB. They were not good company.

On the contrary I could write. It seems to me when I could write under such conditions, Frantic could write here.'' My Sovereign, what can I say that's not been said? I supplement beneath your wind in unadorned burlap hood. Between your ventilation and pitch-dark plague-dark cloud - Oh Lord, my God! Scoff at my interrogation what will Crazed say If forced to exchange a few words, to face the country's retreat - Deaf, mute, in representation body's rags, bruised nearly ancient - Oh Lord, my God!

How will you dare anent judge? Which law is true? What will you say conj at the time that I come, at last barrage through - Stand, my impel propped against the glass screen barricade - And look at tell what to do, And ask nothing at all.

-Irina Ratushinskaya Translated by Pamela Chalky Hadas and Ilya Nykii