You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.


O River, Remember (1943 edition)


You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.

You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.

You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.

You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.