And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel, Vol. 1 of 4

Not by the plough is our glorious earth furrowed..,. 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. A mid me, the quiet Don, the lohite fish leap. Old Cossack Songs.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at