The Wedding Party and the Wolves: MY ANTONIA, Ch. VIII

No one ever brings up this story in the reviews, so self will:

In Russia, sometime in the last century, there was a wedding. In the dead of winter. (Who has a wedding in the dead of winter? Nevertheless.)

“The wolves were bad that winter.” They “ran like streaks of shadow; they looked no bigger than dogs, but there were hundreds of them.”

The last sledge in the wedding cortege was overturned and the passengers spilled out on the snow. The wolves set on them.

Then another sledge crashed, and so forth and so on.

Until there was only one sledge left, and it was the sledge of the bride, the groom, and two men. They were almost to their village, but the horses were fading.

One of the men rose and went to the back of the sledge. They could reach the village safely but only if they lightened the load. The man went for the bride. The groom tried to prevent him, so the man tossed them both out on the snow. And the two men reached the safety of the village, alone. But no one would talk to them.

The two men “went away to strange towns, but when people learned where they came from, they were always asked if they knew the two men who had fed the bride to the wolves.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 


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