Breadcutter

Our cafeterie was a murky cellar measuring twenty feet by seven by eight high, and so crowded with coffee-urns, breadcutters and the like that one could hardly move without banging against something.

1975, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, 1918-1956, translated by Thomas P. Whitney, New York: Harper & Row, Vol. II, Part III, Chapter 9, p. 273, He would willingly have cut six sides off the bread ration too, but he had no other bread, and he therefore limited himself to holding his bread ration over the hot plate, burning from all six sides the microbes implanted there by the hands of the bread-cutters […]