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Crack-pated Manhattan Communists call the perspiring Irish police who crack their pates in Union Square "The Cossacks!" Last week the world's true Cossacks, crack cavalrymen of Tsar Nicholas II who are now mostly taxicab drivers, doormen, janitors and such, conducted by mail the first election for their supreme Cossack chief or Ataman ever held outside Russia...
Marshalled by a retired Cossack colonel, 64 young Russian dancers invaded Manhattan last winter, set up shop with a 50-piece orchestra, crates of colorful scenery, 6,000 costumes, and forthwith proceeded to prove that the ballet still exists as a great & glamorous art (TIME, Jan. 1). Nearly 25,000 U. S. readers, many of whom had never seen a Russian ballet, caught much of its fascination from Nijinsky, the mad dancer's biography written by his Hungarian wife Romola, who blames her husband's insanity on the late great Serge Diaghilev (TIME, March 19). Last week Arnold...
Young Gregor Melekhov was a typical Don Cossack, hard-riding, hard-drinking, fiercely independent. Before he was old enough to serve his term in the army he was making free with another man's wife. His father thought marriage would cool him off, but his wife, after his mistress, was a disappointment to Gregor. He soon abandoned her and went off with the hot-blooded Aksinia to a nearby estate, where he got a job as coachman. When his term for military service fell due, he said goodbye to Aksinia with no misgivings. But Gregor was gone too long...
Long before the revolution was a fact, Gregor and many of his mates, fed up with the war, had listened to much sub versive talk. But Cossacks knew them selves to be the flower of the army, despised the peasants, cared little for the rest of Russia. Torn between the conflicting commands of Kerensky. Kornilov and the Bolsheviks. Gregor did not know what to do with his loyalty. When his regiment broke up he joined the Red Guards, but shooting down men of his own blood went I against his grain. He took the excuse of a furlough for wounds...
...Author. Mikhail Sholokhov writes as one having authority. A Don Cossack like his hero, he has been through the same mill. His accounts of cavalry fighting, of the drifting suspense of the soldiers returning from the front to a revolution they did not understand, of the bloody skirmishes between Reds and Whites, in which no prisoners long survived, of ruthless massacres by both sides, read like eyewitness reports...