"Don't spit into the well, maybe you will come to drink the water from the well." From which volume and chapter of Silent Tang?

This sentence comes from the third chapter of the eighth volume of Quiet Don River, and the original text is as follows:

(it's a common saying mentioned in the wedding paragraph)

Volume VIII Chapter III

The village began to talk about Koshevoi and Dunyashka. One day, a woman met Dougna Ska on the dock and asked sarcastically, "Did you hire Mikhail as a long-term worker?" Why can't he leave your yard ... "

Despite her daughter's persuasion, Irina never agreed: "You'd better stop begging me, I can't marry you to him! I won't bless you! " Irina didn't change her mind until Dunyashka announced that she was going to live in Koshevoy's house, and the giant immediately began to pack her clothes.

"You're awake!" She screamed in horror. "I a person with children? Then we are not finished? "

"Mom, you must understand that I don't want to be the laughingstock of the village," Dunyashka whispered, continuing to throw her teenage skirt out of the box.

Irina moved her lips silently for a long time, then moved her legs with difficulty and walked to the place where the icon was placed across the door.

"Oh, well, girl …" She whispered and won the icon. "Since you are determined to marry him, please bless you. Let's go ..."

Shiniyashka quickly knelt on the ground, and Irina blessed her. Her voice trembled and said, "My dead mother gave me this icon ... well, if your father sees you now ... do you remember what he said about your fiance?" God knows how embarrassed I am ... "Then I turned silently and walked into the porch.

No matter how hard Mishka tried to persuade his fiancee not to hold a wedding ceremony in the church, the stubborn girl insisted that he gritted his teeth and agreed against his will, but in his heart he cursed everything in the world. He is going to the church for a wedding, as if he were going to the guillotine. In the evening, Vesaliua's father quietly married them in an empty church. After the ceremony, he congratulated the newlyweds and said with a lesson kiss: "Young Soviet comrades, things are often unpredictable: last year you burned my house with your own hands, that is, you cremated it, but today I am here to preside over your wedding ... As the saying goes, don't spit in the well, maybe you will come to drink the water from the well. But I am still very happy, from the bottom of my heart, because you finally woke up and found the way to the Christian church. "

This made Mishka unbearable any longer. He remained silent in the church. He was very ashamed of his weak will and hated himself. But at this moment, he looked angrily at the priest who didn't forget the old grievances. In order not to let Dougna Ska hear him, he whispered, "It's a pity that you ran out of the village at that time, otherwise, I would burn you, a long-haired ghost, to ashes with the house! Do you understand, huh? "

The priest was very surprised. He just stood there, blinking at Mishka, but Mi Skala tugged at his young wife's sleeve and snapped, "Let's go!" So he stepped on the soldier's boots loudly and walked to the church gate.

I didn't drink soju or sing at the top of my lungs at this not-so-lively wedding reception. Prohor was the best man at the wedding. Zhikov, who vomited the next day, complained to Axel Niya for a long time: "Alas, aunt, what kind of wedding is this?" Mikhail scolded the priest in the church, and the old man's mouth was crooked! At the wedding reception in the evening, you know, what's on the table: only roast chicken and sour milk … Shit, you don't care about a drop of soju! If Gregory, Pan Ting Levik will cry when he sees his little sister get married in this way! No, auntie, forget it! I never want to attend this new wedding again. I'd rather go to see a dog fight. A little more lively than this kind of wedding. Male dogs always bite each other. It's very lively, but this kind of wedding doesn't drink or fight. It's a fucking ghost

Believe it or not, it hurts me to attend this wedding. I stayed up all night, lying there scratching, you see, it's like putting a flea in my shirt ... "

Since the day when Mrs. Koshevo married the Mailhoff family, the whole family business has taken on a new look: not long after, he repaired the fence, transported the grass cut from the grassland to the yard and piled it up, and the haystack was neat and beautiful; He is preparing to harvest wheat, refit the platform and wings of the wheat harvester, carefully clean the threshing floor, repair the old windmill and repair the harness, because he secretly always wants to exchange a pair of cows for a horse, and repeatedly said to Dougna Ska, "We should have a horse. It is simply a chore to catch such an ox cart. " One day, he happened to find a small bucket of white powder and a pack of indigo in the storage room, and immediately decided to paint the old gray shutters. Malekhov's house looks at the world from the dazzling light blue window and suddenly becomes young. ...

Mishka turned out to be a very diligent manager. Although he was ill, he still kept on working.

No matter what he does, Dougna Ska will help him.

Shortly after the marriage, Dougna Ska became obviously more beautiful, and her shoulders and hips seemed longer and wider.

Eyes, walking posture, and even haircut posture have new charm. In the past, her rude and childish rude expansion and active habits disappeared. She always smiles and looks at her husband affectionately, turning a blind eye to everything around her. The happiness of youth is always beyond his consideration. ...

However, Irina feels more and more lonely, more and more severe, and it hurts every day. In this home where she has lived almost all her life, she is now an unnecessary person. Dunyashka and her husband worked as if they were building their new nest in the open space. They never discuss with her what they want to do at home or ask her permission. They can't seem to find a good word to say to the old woman. It was only when we sat down to eat that we had a few irrelevant words with her. After dinner, Irina thought about her sadness alone. Daughter's happiness didn't make her happy. Living with an outsider at home makes her uncomfortable-she feels strange to her son-in-law as before. Life itself is torturing her. In a year's time, she lost so many relatives, she was bent over by pain, she was old and pitiful. She has endured so much pain, it can be said that it is too much. She has been unable to resist the attack of disaster, full of superstitious premonition, and feels that death has come to their home one after another, and she must come to the old house of Mailehoff several times. After Irina compromised Dougna Ska's marriage, she only expected one thing: wait for Gregory to come home, give him the child, and then close her eyes forever. She has suffered all her life. Torture earned the right to rest.

The long days in summer are really hard. The hot sun is in the sky. But the hot sun has been unable to make Irina feel warm. She sat motionless on the steps in the sun and turned a blind eye to everything around her. This is not the diligent and scheming housewife who used to be. She doesn't want to do anything.

Now she feels that all this is meaningless, useless and worthless. She has no strength anymore and works as hard as before. She often looks at her two bumpy veterans who have worked hard for many years and says to herself, "I have done enough ... it's time to rest in peace." I have lived to this age, which is enough. ...

I just want to see Glishenka come back ... "

Only once did Irina regain her former optimism, but it was very short-lived.

Prohor came back from town, stopped at their door and shouted from a distance, "Please treat me, Aunt Irina!"! I brought back a letter from your son! "

The old woman turned white when she brushed the floor. In her mind, letters are always associated with some new disaster.

But after reading the short messages, half of Prohor's letters are greetings to his relatives. Except for him, Gregory tries to go home in late summer and early autumn. -Irina was so happy that she couldn't speak for a long time. Pearl tears rolled down her brown face and deep wrinkles on her cheeks. She lowered her head and wiped her tears with her coat sleeves and rough hands, but the tears rolled down her face and dripped on her apron, as wet as a warm shower. It's not that Prohor doesn't like it-it's that he can't stand women crying and wiping away tears, so he frowned and showed an expression of regret that he couldn't hide, saying, "Aunt Yu, you're crying again! You old women have a lot of tears ... you should be happy. How can you cry? Okay, I'll go. Goodbye! I am not happy to see you like this. "

Irina stopped crying and stopped him.

"You brought me such good news, my dear good man ... how can I let you ... wait, I'll buy you a drink ..." She muttered intermittently, taking out a bottle of shochu hidden for a long time from the box.

Projo sat down and parted the beards on both sides.

"Do you want to have a drink with me too?" He asked. But I immediately thought worriedly, "The ghost told me to say these words again. If there is only a little soju in the bottle, she will still have a drink ... "

Irina refused to drink. She carefully rolled up the letter and put it behind the shrine, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind, took it out again, put it in her hand for a while, stuffed it into her arms and pressed it hard on her heart.

Dougna Ska came back from the field, read the letter for a long time, and then smiled and sighed and said, "Oh, how nice it is that he can come back early!" Otherwise, mom, you just think he will change his appearance. "

Irina grabbed Dougna Ska's letter with a little jealousy, hid it in her arms, smiled, squinted at her daughter and said, "I've become a person who doesn't even bark at dogs, but no matter what I become, my child thinks of his mother!" How well he writes! He also called my father's name-Irina ... His letter wrote: I sincerely greet my dear mother and dear children, even if you haven't forgotten ... Hum, what are you laughing at? You are a fool, Dougna Ska, a real fool! "

"Mom, how can I not laugh! Where are you going? "

"You go to the vegetable garden and I'll dig some potatoes."

"I will go by plane tomorrow, and you will stay at home. Otherwise, you are always complaining about your discomfort, but you will go to work again soon. "

"No, I'm leaving ... I'm very happy. I want to be alone for a while," Irina said frankly, putting on her headscarf as quickly as a young man.

On her way to the vegetable garden, she stopped by Axel Niya's house. Out of politeness, she said something else first, and then took out the letter.

"Everyone in our family has written back, reassuring my mother and promising to come back and have a look. Good neighbor, have a look. I can also listen to it again. "

From now on, Axel Niya will have to continue reading this letter. When Irina comes to her house every night, she takes out the yellow envelope carefully wrapped in a handkerchief and asks with a sigh, "Read it, Asin Juska. My heart is always so sad these days. When I was a child, I dreamed of him as if I were still at school ... "

After a long time, the letters written with chemical pencils gradually blurred, and many words were completely unrecognizable. But for Axel Niya, it is not difficult: she has read this letter many times and knows it by heart.

Even later, the thin piece of manuscript paper has turned into pieces, and Axel Niya can stutter back the letter to the last line.

Two weeks later, Irina didn't feel well. Dunyashka is busy harvesting wheat. Irina doesn't want to tell her not to go to work, but she can't cook any more.

"I can't get up today You can arrange it yourself, "she pleaded with her daughter. "

"What's the matter with you, Mom?"

Irina rubbed the wrinkles on her old coat and replied without looking up, "It hurts all over ..."

... as if my internal organs were broken. Once upon a time, when I was young, your dead father used to hit me when he lost his temper ... His fists were like iron ... He often beat me to death and couldn't get out of bed for a week. I think it's like this now: my whole body hurts, just like I'm hurt ... "

"Did you ask Mikhail to call a doctor?"

"What do you want a doctor? I don't need treatment. I will get better myself. "

The next day, Irina was really well and could walk around the yard, but she lay down again at night. Her face is slightly swollen and there is a swollen sac under her eyes. At night, she lifted her head from the pillow with her hands many times. She was short of breath-she couldn't breathe. Later, the difficulty in breathing improved. She can lie quietly on her back and even get out of bed. I spent a few days in a quiet, isolated and still state. She always wants to be alone. When Axel Niya came to see her, she simply answered questions. When Axel Niya left, she sighed easily. She is glad that the children play in the yard most of the day, and Dunyashka seldom comes in to ask questions to disturb her. She no longer needs anyone's sympathy and comfort. That moment has come, and she really needs a person to recall many past events in her life. She lay there motionless for hours with her eyes half closed, just rubbing the folds of her clothes with swollen fingers. At this time, her whole life was reflected in front of her eyes.

To her surprise, this life is so short and poor, with so many sad and painful things. I don't want to remember at all. I don't know why Gregory always thinks the most when he recalls and thinks. Perhaps it is because she has been worried about his fate since the beginning of the war over the years, and now it is only because of him that she is linked with life, or because her thoughts about her eldest son and husband have weakened. Reluctantly, she remembered her married life when she was young.

All this is meaningless, so far away, it can neither bring her joy nor comfort her. Recalling the past and these years, she feels that she is still a self-disciplined and pure person. However, the "little son" is always so clear in her memory that she can almost touch it with her hands.

But whenever she thinks of him, she will immediately hear her own accelerated heartbeat. Then she felt bored and her face turned blue, so she lay unconscious for a long time, but she missed him as soon as her breathing improved. How could she forget her last son?

One day, Irina lay in the back room. The midday sun shines outside the window. In the dazzling blue sky on the southern horizon, the upright white clouds rolled up by the wind are fluttering solemnly. Only the monotonous, sleepy sound of slugs broke the dull silence. Outside, near the window, some semi-withered rouge vegetables, mixed with some wild oats and wheat straw, have fallen on the wall before being killed by the sun. Guoguo found a comfortable nest in these grasses and kept singing. Irina listened to the singing and smelled the grass steamed by the sun drifting into the back room. For a moment, like in a dream, there appeared an August grassland steamed by the sun, golden stubble and a scorching blue sky shrouded in gray mist. ...

She clearly saw a cow grazing on wormwood, a cart covered with a tent, heard the trembling voice of grasshoppers, smelled the sweet bitterness of wormwood ... and saw herself ... tall, young and beautiful. ...

... she's rushing to the parking lot. The stubble rustled at her feet, hurting her bare calf, drying the undershirt tucked into her skirt on her back with hot air, and blowing her neck like a fire. Her face was red, and her ears were buzzing because of the blood. She bent down an arm and held a heavy, bulging breast full of milk. On hearing the panting cry of the child,

When she took little Grishaka with a dark face out of the cradle hanging in the car, her air-dried lips trembled and smiled-she held a sweat-soaked strap in her teeth, hurriedly stuffed her nipples into him, gritted her teeth and said, "My dear little son!" Little baby! Mom makes you hungry ... "And Grishatka is still crying like that, sucking milk and biting her nipple with her little teeth. Grishaka's young father with a black beard is standing by sharpening his sickle. Under the drooping eyelashes, she saw his smile and smiling blue eyes. . She was out of breath because of the heat, and sweat ran down her forehead, making her cheeks itchy and crisp, and the scene before her became dim and gradually dimmed. ...

She woke up and wiped her wet face with her hand. Later, she was tortured by intense tension and sometimes fell into a coma, so she lay down for a long time.

After midnight, when Dunyashka and her husband fell asleep, she exhausted her last strength, got out of bed and came to the yard. Axel Niya, who was still looking for the lost cow in the middle of the night, was walking on her way home when she saw Irina hobbling slowly towards the yard. "Why did she go there when she was so ill?" Axel Niya thought it was very strange, so she gently walked to the fence adjacent to Mailehoff's yard. Looked at the yard. The full moon is in the sky. A breeze is blowing from the grassland. The shade of the haystack fell on the smooth threshing floor where the stones rolled. Irina stood there, holding the fence with both hands, looking at the grassland and watching the lawn mower burning, like a distant place. An unattainable place with a single spark. Axel Niya clearly saw Irina's swollen face reflected by the blue moonlight and her white hair exposed from under the old man's black scarf.

Irina looked at the waist-high blue grassland for a long time, and then whispered, as if Gregory was standing beside her, "Grichen card! My dear! " She paused for a moment, then she changed another low, dumb voice and shouted, "My dear!

Axel Niya shivered and fell into a sense of sadness and terror. She hurried off the fence and went into the house.

That night, Irina knew that she was going to die soon, and death had come to her bedside. At dawn, she took out a Gregory shirt from the box, folded it and put it under the pillow. I also prepared a shroud for myself after death.

In the morning, Dougna Ska came to visit her mother as usual. Irina took out Gregory's neatly folded shirt from under the pillow and silently handed it to Dougna Ska.

"What is this?" Dougna, asked in surprise.

"This is Grisha's shirt ... give it to your husband and tell him to wear it. His old shirt is probably wet with sweat ... "Irina's voice was so weak that she could hardly hear it.

Dunyashka saw her mother's black skirt, shirt and cloth boots on the box-all these were for the dead, and when she sent them to heaven, she turned white at once.

"Good mother, why do you want to prepare the shroud? For god's sake, put it away! God bless you, it's too early for you to think about death. "

"No, it's time ..." Irina whispered. "It's my turn ... before Grace comes back, you should take good care of the children ... it seems that I can't wait for him ... I can't wait!

In order not to let Dougna ska see her tears, Irina turned to the wall and covered it with a handkerchief.

She died three days later. Irina's companion washed her body, put on the shroud and parked her on the table in the back room. In the evening, Axel Niya came to say goodbye to the dead. In the dead little old lady's beautiful and stern face, she could hardly recognize the proud and brave Irina's face. Axel Niya kissed the dead man's sallow with her lips. On my cold forehead, I saw her familiar complex and stubborn white hair and a small round helix, just like a young man.

With the consent of Sheniyashka, aksil Niya took the children to her home. She waited on the children to eat-they were too frightened to talk because of the death of another relative in the family-and let them sleep with themselves. Holding her beloved quiet child, she experienced a strange feeling. She whispered to them stories she heard when she was a child, trying to cheer them up and make them not think about their dead grandmother. She quietly dragged the story of poor orphan Wa Nushka to the end: Swan, Swan, take me with snow-white wings and take me back to my dear hometown. ...

Before she finished the story, she heard the children's symmetrical breathing. Misatka was lying on the edge of the bed, her face close to her shoulder. Axel Niya moved her shoulders carefully and straightened her head lying on her back. Suddenly, she felt an indescribable and cruel knife-like grief, which made her throat twitch. She began to cry, crying and shaking, but she couldn't even wipe away her tears, because Gregory's two children slept on her arm and she didn't want to wake them.

By the way, the book Silent Tang!

The Silent Don (Russian: тихиндон) is the representative work of the famous Soviet writer sholokhov. This book is divided into four parts, from 1926 to 1940, which took 14 years to finish. As soon as sholokhov's first novel came out, it immediately attracted attention at home and abroad and was called "amazing work". "Soviet literature has not met any novel that can be compared with it." This book won the Stalin Prize with 194 1, and sholokhov won the Nobel Prize in Literature with this book with 1965, becoming the first Soviet writer to win this honor.

Its storyline is:

Among the Tatar tribes scattered along the Don River, there was a young man named Gregory Malekhov who fell in love with his neighbor astakhov's wife Axel Niya, and their crazy love quickly spread throughout the tribe. In order to curb this behavior, his father married Natalya, the daughter of the rich farmer, for him, and the virtuous Natalya was also loved by the whole family. However, Gregory has been completely addicted to Axel Niya's enthusiasm. He couldn't satisfy Yu Na and Talia, and he returned to abnormal love. The father clashed with his son in a rage, and Gregory eloped with Axel Niya in desperation. He is temporarily working in the house of General Liszt Nisski. Natalia attempted suicide in disappointment, but failed. Soon, Gregory was drafted into the army. When World War I broke out, he worked hard at the front, and Axel Niya in the rear was tempted by his young master and began to fall in love with him. Gregory, who came home injured and learned about it, angrily returned to his father's house on the Downton River. By the time he won the Cross and returned to the battlefield, Natalia had given birth to a pair of twin sisters. Later, during the Russian Revolution, the Cossacks left the army and returned to their hometown. Only Gregory joined the Red Army as a company commander and fought against the White Army, but he was injured again and returned to the countryside. The storm of civil war is approaching the banks of the Don River. Cossack thought that the Red Army and the revolution had shaken his own interests, so he rebelled under the temptation of white bandits, and Gregory joined the rebels. Since then, the Don River has fallen into a continuous bloody battle, and Gregory's fate seems to be blown by the strong wind of the Don River, and he can't settle down. After the war, he and Axel Niya reunited in the village where the waste was dumped, and they were together again. Soon, as a rebel commander, he led the army against the Red Army. Natalya, who was pregnant at this time, tried to have an abortion when she learned that her husband's heart had returned to Ak Sernia, but she failed and died. Later, the Red Army troops quickly controlled the entire Don River like an avalanche. As a rebel, Gregory had to take Axel Niya to escape among the fleeing people, but when he fled to the seaside, he decided to pay off his debts for what he had done before (he sympathized with the Red Army and the revolution, but killed many Red Army soldiers in the battle). Finally, after Gregory retired from the Red Army, he returned to Tatar due to typhoid fever on his way to escape. However, at this time, the gangsters were disorganized, and when they couldn't bear it, he decided to take Axel Niya and find a new world for them. They tried to ride away in the dark, but the Red Army found them. Aksil Niya was shot and lost his life. At this time, Gregory also lost hope of living. He wandered around and finally returned to his home on the River Don. His parents, siblings, wife and daughter have all passed away, and the only thing he has is his young son Michelle.

It's really a good novel. You should watch it several times when you have the chance!