Mikhail Sholokhov Quotes

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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
When swept out of its normal channel, life scatters into innumerable streams. It is difficult to foresee which it will take in its treacherous and winding course. Where today it flows in shallows, like a rivulet over sandbanks, so shallow that the shoals are visible, tomorrow it will flow richly and fully.

Mikhail Sholokhov
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.

Mikhail Sholokhov
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.

Mikhail Sholokhov
The grass grows over the graves, time overgrows the pain. The wind blew away the traces of those who had departed; time blows away the bloody pain and the memory of those who did not live to see their dear ones again—and will not live, for brief is human life, and not for long is any of us granted to tread the grass.

Mikhail Sholokhov
'The Don! The Don! The gentle Don! Our father; giver of our food! Hurrah!'

Mikhail Sholokhov