And Quiet Flows The Don; A Novel (1901) - Plot & Excerpts
Our earth is turrowed by horses' hoots. And sown is our earth with the heads of Cossacks. Fair is our quiet Don with young widows. Our father, the quiet Don, blossoms with orphans. And the waves of the quiet Don are filled with fathers' and mothers' tears. Oh thou, our father, the quiet Don! Oh why dost thou, our quiet Don, so sludgy flow? How should I, the quiet Don, but sludgy Row! From my depths the cold springs beat. Amid me, the quiet Don, the lohite fish leap. Old Cossack Songs. PART ONE T he Melekhov farm was at the very end of the village. The gate of the cattle-yard opened northward towards the Don, A steep, fifty-foot slope between chalky, moss-grown banks, and there was the shore. A pearly drift of mussel-shells, a grey, broken edging of wave-kissed shingle, and then-the steel-blue, rippling surface of the Don, seething in the wind.
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