Our glorious land is not plowed with plows

Our land is plowed with horseshoes

The heads of Cossacks are planted on our glorious land< /p>

The quiet Don River is decorated with young widows everywhere

Our father, the quiet Don River is full of orphans

The quiet Don River is rolling The waves are the tears of father and mother

Oh, the quiet Don River, our father

Oh, the quiet Don River, why is your water so muddy

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Ah, how can the water of my quiet Don River not be muddy

Cold springs rush outward from the bottom of my quiet Don River

Silvery white The fish muddied my quiet Don River

This ancient Cossack folk song is also the preface to Huang Huang's 1.4 million-word classic war-themed masterpiece "The Quiet Don River". The Russo-Ukrainian War reminded me of it, and I took it out and read it again in the past few days, and was deeply moved again.

The novel takes the period from World War I to the Soviet Civil War in 1922 as the background, describing the suffering, turbulent life, social changes and major historical events of the Cossacks in the Don River region during these ten years.

The author Sholokhov won the 1965 Nobel Prize for Literature for this work.

The Don River is a river in Russia and the third largest river in the European part of Russia. Some of its tributaries are in Ukraine. It originates from the eastern foothills of the Central Russian hills, flows to the southeast, then turns to the southwest, passing through the forest. The steppe belt and steppe belt, which flows into the Taganrog Bay of the Sea of ??Azov, are 1,870 kilometers long and have a drainage area of ??422,000 square kilometers.

The Cossacks are a group of nomadic communities living in the Eastern European steppes (Ukraine, southern Russia). They are a local group with unique history and culture within the Russian and Ukrainian nations.

Cossacks are historically known for their bravery and superb equestrian skills, and were the main force supporting the expansion of the Russian Empire to the east and south in the 17th century. Nowadays, they are mostly distributed in the Don River, Terek River and Kuban River basins. They belong to the Eastern European type of the Europa race. It uses the southern dialect of Russian and belongs to the Slavic family of Indo-European languages.

In Ukraine, people have a high degree of identification with Cossacks, believing that they represent Ukraine’s pursuit of independence and its brave national character.

The Cossacks are not a nation, but a warrior class profession and a way of life similar to mercenaries. In peacetime, they are engaged in agriculture, or make a living by fishing, hunting, and nomadic herding. After receiving war "orders", they will take up arms and gather in the mountains and forests, fearlessly charging into battle.

Using "The Quiet Don" as the title of the novel is profound and appropriate.

Throughout the ages, artillery fire has been raging just to change dynasties, and rivers of blood are all the sons of farmers. War is when a commoner's son travels thousands of miles to kill the son of another commoner he has never met.

No matter how legal and just the war is, its essence is that a civilian's son travels thousands of miles to kill the son of another civilian whom he has never met.

Which soldier on the front line is not someone else’s son, husband and father?

When a war breaks out, politicians donate ammunition, rich people donate food, and poor people sacrifice their children; when the war ends, politicians get back the remaining ammunition, and the rich cultivate more food. And the poor look for their children's graves.

"The Quiet Don" profoundly explains and verifies the above truth. The author does not express his position clearly, but with compassion and compassion, he upholds the spirit of humanitarianism and views the cruelty, bloody and human nature of war. The distortion of human nature and the depravity of human ethics are revealed in a profound way.

There are many thought-provoking and amazing aphorisms in the work. When I read through the work, I copied them all and now share them with you.

1. There is only one drop of Cossack blood in a bucket of blood on your body.

2. How much water must flow out of the Don River to bring you back.

3. Thoughts whose content has been cut off by terror are like heavy, tightly wrapped velvet balls, rolling around in the mind.

4. The heads of their relatives fell on the battlefield in all directions. They shed all the blood of the Cossacks, their eyes were dull, and they slept and rotted in Austria, Poland and Prussia amidst the mournful music played by the cannons. on the land.

5. The east wind was mighty, but it could not bring the cries of my beloved wife and loving mother to them. The best of the Cossacks fled their homes and died of war, lice, terror, and overwhelming sorrow.

6. We Cossacks should follow General Kornilov like a child pulling on his mother’s lapel. There is no need to make any detours. Frankly speaking, we will be finished as soon as we leave him. Russia will clean us up like shit. To make the bones of our workers bigger with the flesh of our workers, you will follow him even to death, just like a baby that bites its mother's teat and won't let go. 7. I call on you not to bleed workers. If Kornilov gains power, Russia will be knee-deep in the blood of workers.

8. Dear relatives, you will no longer have a head of family in your family, you will no longer have a husband, and your children will no longer have a father. Remember, no one will touch you and your orphans. No one will do the hard work for you and save you from poverty. When you are exhausted and fall on the bed at night, no one will hold you in their arms anymore...

10. Today you are still wearing this human skin, maybe tomorrow the crow will be there This hide was tanned in the wilderness.

11. O the Don River grassland irrigated by the never-fading blood of the Cossacks, I want to bow down to you respectfully like a son, and I want to kiss your tasteless land.

12. In one week, eleven Cossacks in the company died as if they had been licked by a cow's tongue.

13. If you don’t have a master, even the furniture and objects at home will seem like tears.

14. The benefits he brought to people during his life were as few as goat's milk, but the harm was endless.

15. Those who sow wind will reap storm.

16. War is an outbreak of bestial fanaticism. The stench of patriotism can be smelled a mile away from every top hat, just like a maggot-infested dog... …

No more typing. While enjoying these strong and hearty language sentences, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable. They are too sharp and precise, like the flying knives of martial arts masters and the bullets of sharpshooters. The knives stabbed and hit the vital points one by one.

The great works of great writers will never go out of style, will always keep pace with the times, and even transcend the present. "Quiet Don" seems to be written about the Russo-Ukrainian War. The above-mentioned golden sentences seem to be tailor-made for the Russo-Ukrainian War.

Once again pay tribute to Sholokhov and "Quiet Don".

Let us remember the words of George Orwell as we remember deep hatred: All war propaganda, all clamor, lies and hatred, come from those who do not go to the battlefield!