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Sometimes life played with him, sometimes it hung on him like a stone round the neck of a drowned man.

— Mikhail Sholokhov And Quiet Flows the Don (1934)

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In this winter night, long and ample for bitter memories, many a widow who lost her husband in the war and is now left alone will press her palms to her ageing face; and in the nocturnal darkness the burning tears, as bitter as wormwood, will scorch her fingers.

One Man's Destiny (1967)

And over the village slipped the days, passing into the nights; the weeks flowed by, the months crept on, the wind howled, and, glassified with an autumnal, translucent, greenish-azure, the Don flowed tranquilly down to the sea.

And Quiet Flows the Don (1934)

‘The Don! The Don! The gentle Don! Our father; giver of our food! Hurrah!’

And Quiet Flows the Don (1934)

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