And Quiet Flows the Don, Vol. 1 of 4: A Novel (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from And Quiet Flows the Don, Vol. 1 of 4: A NovelNot by the plough is our glorious earth furrowed....Our earth is furrowed 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 filledwith 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 flow!From my depths the cold springs beat,Amid me, the quiet Don, the white fish leap.Old Cossack Songs.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.