“Shahname” Firdausi in brief summary
The Tale of Siyavush
It is said that one morning the valiant Tus and Giv, famous in battle, accompanied by hundreds of warriors with greyhounds and falcons galloped to the plain of Daguy to amuse themselves with hunting. After shooting game in the steppe, they went to the forest. In the distance, a girl appeared. The hunters hurried to her. Before them appeared an elegant beauty like a cypress unprecedented beauty. When Tus asked who she was, the girl confessed that she had left home because of her father, who in a state of intoxication threatened to kill her. In conversation with her it turned out that she was from the family of the shah Feridun. With an expensive crown on her head, she left the house on horseback. But the horse fell in the way, exhausted, and she was deafened and robbed.
To both fellows the girl fell to her heart, and between them a violent argument arose, to whom she will get. They decided to take him to the court of the lord of Iran Kay Kavus, and
It’s time for the pupil of Rostem to return to his native hearth. The chasers brought Kay Kavus, the father of the prince, a joyful message. Shah ordered his commanders Tusu and Givu to gallop to meet the heir. The ruler of Iran was proud of his son and prayed for him to heaven. A lavish feast was organized on the occasion of the return of the Tsarevich.
Unexpectedly, Siavusha creeped in trouble: her beloved mother had died. It was not long before another father’s
Sudaba seemed that she was already close to the goal, and when meeting with her husband praised Siavusha. Shah offered to pick up his bride and arrange a wedding. Sudabe decided to give one of her daughters for the prince. She invited Siavusha into her chambers for the second time. As at the first meeting, she greeted him with a deep bow, seated her on the throne, and as if by accident pointed to the girls who were sitting nearby, and asked which one he liked best, whom he would choose as his wife. Siavusha did not deceive such an idea. He did not say anything. This encouraged his companion. She opened her secret plan without embarrassment, saying: “Yes, the moon does not attract me near the sun, take advantage of my favor, catch happiness. Please leave me forever, I do not conceal my love, henceforth my soul and body are yours!” Having forgotten her shame, she embraced the prince and herd with a passionate kiss.
Siavush was afraid to insult her with harshness and embarrassedly said that she was ready to become her son-in-law, and only the sovereign was worthy as beautiful as she, and adding: “I’m ready to honor you, like a sweet mother,” left the shah’s harem.
Some time passed, Sudabe again ordered Sivush to call for her and began talking again about her passion, about how she languishes and languishes with love for him. Feeling indifference to herself from Siavusha, the queen went to threats, saying: “If you do not submit, you will not want to revive me with a young love, I will avenge you, deprive you of the throne.” Such impudence drove the young man out of himself. He answered in his heart: “It’s no good, I’m honored, I will not deceive my father” – and he was determined to leave, but the queen instantly scratched her cheeks, tore her clothes and called for help. Hearing the cry of the wife, the shah hurried to the harem. The half-naked queen, looking into the angry eyes of her husband, crowned him, shouted fiercely: “Your son, brutal with passion, tore my clothes on me, whispering that he is full of love fire.”
After listening to his wife, the shah showed prudence. He decided to calmly figure out what had happened and asked Siavusha. He told him how it really was. The Shah took Siavush by the hand, pulled him to him and sniffed the curls and clothes of his son, and then, repeating the same thing with Sudab, he realized that there was no trace of the criminal embraces that the queen had spoken about. She blamed the innocent Siavusha. However, the shah was afraid to punish his wife, fearing a war with her relatives.
Having failed to deceive her husband, Sudabe again began to weave cunning machinations. She called the sorceress who carried the child in her, gave her the medicine so that she would have a miscarriage, and the fruit was going to give for her, accusing Siavusha of killing her child. The sorceress agreed and, having drunk the potion, gave birth to the dead twins, whom the queen had ordered to put in a golden tub, and she herself gave a shrill scream. The Lord, having learned of the calamity that befell the queen, became enraged, but did not betray his anger with anything. The next morning he came to his wife’s quarters and saw alarmed servants and stillborn children. Sudaba poured tears, saying: “I told you about the deeds of a villain.”
In the soul of the Shah doubt crept in. He turned to the astrologers with a request to fairly judge the accusations of the queen. Stargazers worked for a week, and then they said that he and the queen were parents of these children. The queen again began to pour tears and ask the shah for justice. Then the lord gave the order to find the real mother of these children. The guards soon attacked the witch’s trail and led her to the Shah, threatening with a noose and a sword. The same repeated to them in reply: “I do not know the blame for myself, no!” Stargazers again confirmed their decision. Sudabe said that Siavush forbade them to tell the truth. To drive away suspicions from himself, the prince decides to pass the ordeal with fire, as the great Zarathushtra commanded. They built a huge fire. The flames raged beneath the shrieks of the gathered people. Everyone was sorry for the blooming youth.
Siavush appeared and said: “May the heavenly decree be completed, since I’m right, the rescuer will save me.” Here the black horse carried Siavusha through the fire. You can not see neither the rider nor the steed. All froze and in a moment joyfully burst: “A young lord passed through the fire.” Justice was restored. Shah decided to execute the liar, but Siavush persuaded him to pardon his wife and not torment himself. Kay Cavus became even more attached to his son.
In the meantime Shah Afrasiab was preparing for new battles with Iran. Siavush asked his father to allow him to lead the army, saying that he could crush Afrasyab on the shoulder and smash the enemies in the dust. The Shah agreed and sent a messenger for Rostem, asking him to be the defender of Siavush in the forthcoming war.
To the thunder of the timpani, Tus lined up in front of the palace. The Shah handed Sivush the keys to the treasures of the palace and the military equipment and placed under his command of twelve thousand fighters. After that, the shah gave a speech before the army.
Soon Siavush took Balkh and sent this glad tidings to his father.
Afrasiab had a terrible dream, as if a whirlwind struck his army, overthrew his royal banner and tore the veil from the tents. Death mowed the warriors, the bloody mountains piled up bodies. Fought a hundred thousand soldiers in the armor and their leader as a whirlwind on the horse, Afrasiaba tied up, rushed faster than the fire and threw at the feet of Kay Cavus. He furiously thrust the dagger into Afrasiab’s chest, and then his own cry awakened him.
Mobaud guessed his dream: “The mighty ruler, prepare to see the awesome army of the Iranians, your power will be ruined, your home country is flooded with blood.” Siyavush will drive you away, and if you defeat Siavush, the Iranians will burn the country, vengefully for him. “
Wishing to prevent the war, Afrasyab sends with Garcivas a caravan with rich gifts, a herd of horses and many slaves. When Garcivaz entered the palace, the prince showed him courtesy and seated him at the throne, Garcivaz set forth his ruler’s request for the cessation of the war.
The young general Siavush, after consulting with Rostem, decided to accept the proposed peace. The messenger informed Afrasiab about this and added that Siavush demands a hundred hostages at the same time. The condition was accepted, and Rostem went to Kay Cavus with the news of making peace.
However, the message of Siavusha stung the shah. He was not at all pleased with the decision of Siavush, and he ordered the army to be transferred to the command of Tus, and Siavush himself immediately return home, calling him “unworthy of the rank of warrior”. This insulted the wisest commander Rostema, who flared with anger in the presence of the shah and left the court.
Siyavush poured out his grief to two heroes close to him-Zengu and Bahram-and confessed that he got involved in the war because of the intrigues of his stepmother, but managed to return the country’s two richest areas – Sogd and Balkh, and instead of gratitude he was humiliated. Siavush in anger returned Afrasyab all the hostages and gifts that Turans sent him on the day of victory, the army entrusted Bahram, and he decided not to return to his father’s house. Soon, his envoy Zenge arrived in Turan to Afrasiab, who gave him a magnificent reception. Learning about Siavush’s decision, Afrasyab was shocked. He consulted with the sage Piran, who very flatteringly spoke about the Iranian prince and invited the ruler of Turan to receive Siavusha as his own son, to surround him with honor and to give him his daughter as a wife, after performing the prescribed rite.
Afrasiab reasoned thus: the arrival of Siavusha to him is the end of wars; Kay Kavus is decrepit, the end of his fast, two thrones will unite, and he will become the ruler of a huge country. The will of the lord of Turan was executed immediately. A messenger with a friendly offer was immediately sent to Siyavush on behalf of Afrasiab. The prince arrived in the camp of the lord of Turan with three hundred soldiers and part of the treasury. Kay Cavus was struck by this news.
Wise Piran met Siavush at the border with great honor, called him his son, and they went to the capital of Turan. The same heartfelt welcome to the Iranian prince and the ruler of Turan – Afrasyab. He met the guest with open arms and hot kisses, was delighted and subdued by Siavush and promised that from now on Turan would serve him faithfully.
Siavusha was brought to the palace, seated on a brilliant throne, arranged a grand feast in his honor, and the next morning, only he woke up, presented him the rich gifts of Afrasiab. That the dear visitor did not miss, court people arranged in his honor all kinds of games and games. On the orders of the ruler, the seven most skilled heroes-riders were selected for the game, but the guest easily defeated them. The palm of the championship went to him both in archery and hunting, where all went under the leadership of Afrasab himself.
The elder Piran took care of the family well-being of Siavusha and suggested that he marry some of the noblest families in the country. The prince, full of love, said in response: “I want to be related to your family.” A lavish wedding was played. Daughter of Piran Gerir became the first wife of a knight. Near the sweet wife of Siavush for the time forgot about his stern father Kay Kavus.
A little while later Piran said to Siavush: “Although my daughter became your wife, but you were born for another part, you should be related to the lord himself.” His daughter Ferengiz is a diamond cherished by his father. ” Siavush obeyed, saying: “If this is the command of the creator, then do not oppose his will.” Piran acted as an intermediary. He set forth the desire of the Tsarevich to decorate his palace and call his wife the incomparable daughter of Vladyka Ferengiz. The Shah thought about it. It seemed to him that Piran was too zealous, eating a lion cub. Moreover, he remembered the prediction of the priests who told him that a grandson would bring him much suffering and trouble. Piran managed to reassure Vladyka and get consent to Siavusha’s marriage to his daughter.
Ferengiz dressed up, decorated her curls with flowers and brought to the palace of Siavusha. Seven days lasted fun and music and songs played. Seven days later Afrasiab presented his son-in-law with jewels and gave the land to the Chin-Sea, in which rich cities were built. The Shah also ordered him to give him the throne and a golden crown.
At the end of the year, Afrasyab suggested that Siavusha go round his land to Chin and choose a capital where he could settle. Siavush discovered a paradise: green plains, forests full of game. Here, in the center of the glorious city, he decided to erect the first palace.
One day, visiting the district, Siavush turned to the astrologer: “Tell me, will I be happy in this brilliant city or will I be overwhelmed by grief?” The head of the astrologers said in response: “In this city, there is no grace for you.”
Piran was brought the order of Bishop Turan, in which he ordered to collect tribute from all lands subject to him. Piran, taking leave of Siavush, went to perform a high command.
Meanwhile, a rumor spread about the beautiful city – the pearl of the country, which was named Siavushkert. Returning from the campaign, Piran visited this city. He came in admiration, marveling at his beauty, and, giving his praise to Siavush, handed Ferengiz a crown and a necklace, blinding his eyes. Then he went to Hoten to see the Shah. Reporting to him about his mission, he incidentally told about the greatness and beauty of the city, which was built by Siavush.
After a while Afrasiab sent his brother Garcivaz to see the construction and congratulate Siavusha on his luck. Siavush went out to meet his squad, embraced the famous hero and asked about the health of the shah.
The messenger reported the glad tidings the next morning: Siavusha had a son. He was called Farid. Piran was exultant, but Garcivaz thought: “Give time – and Siavush will ascend above the country, because he owns almost everything: the warrior, the throne, and the shah’s treasury.” Garcivaz was very worried. Returning to the capital, he reported to the shah how Siyavush had ascended, how the envoys of Iran, Chin and Rum were going to him, and warned his brother about the possible danger for him. The shah hesitated; do I believe all this? – and ordered Garcivaz again to go to Siavusha and tell him to come immediately to the court.
Siavush was glad to meet with the ruler, but Garcivaz stipulated Afrasyab and presented the case so that as a result of intrigues of the evil spirit he became hostile to the hero and burns him with fierce hatred. Siavush, remembering the lordship of the lord, nevertheless was determined to go to him, but Garcivaz brought more and more arguments. Finally, summoning the scribe, he wrote a letter to Afrasiab, in which he praised him and said that Ferengiz was burdened with a burden and Siavush chained to her head.
The Shah’s brother hurried to Afrasiab to report another lie about the fact that Siavush allegedly did not accept the letter, did not come out to meet Garcivus and is generally hostile to Turan and is waiting for Iranian envoys. Afrasyab, believing the intrigues of his brother, set out to lead the troops and put an end to the alleged disturbance.
Meanwhile, fearing for his life, Siavush decides to go with his team to Iran, but in the way he overtakes the lord of Turan. Feeling the misfortune, the squad of Siavusha was ready to fight, but the commander said that he would not stain his race with war. Garcivaz all the more persistently urged Afrasiab to start the battle. Afrasjab gave the order to destroy the army of Siavusha.
True to his oath, Siavush did not touch either the sword or the spear. Thousands of Iranian fighters perished. Here the warrior Afrasiab Garuy threw a lasso and pulled the neck of Siavusha with a noose.
Hearing the black news, the wife of Siavush Ferengiz rushed to her father’s feet, begging for mercy.
But the shah did not heed her pleas and drove away, ordering her to be locked up in prison. The murderer Garui grabbed Siavusha, dragged him along the ground, and then slammed him into the dust with a dagger blow. Garcivaz ordered the daughter of the Shah to be dug from the dungeon and beat her with batoks.
So the villainy was accomplished. And as a sign of it a vortex rose above the earth and eclipsed the heavens.
The Tale of Oreba
Once Rostim, waking up a little light, filled the arrows with a quiver, saddled his mighty horse Rehsha and rushed to Turan. On the way, he mashed a mace with a mace, fried it on a spit from a tree trunk, ate a whole carcass and, drinking water from a spring, fell asleep with a heroic sleep. When he woke up, he called to his horse, but he did not catch a trace. It was necessary in armor, with arms to walk on foot.
And now the hero entered Semenggan. The governor of the city invited him to be a guest, spend the night behind a cup of wine and not worry about Rechshe, because he is known throughout the world and will soon be found. At the meeting with Rostem, the tsar urged the city and military nobility.
To the banquet table, the chefs brought food, and the crockery poured wine. The singer’s voice merged with the mellifluous ore. The fluttering beauties of the dancers dispersed Rostema’s sadness. Drunk and tired, he went to his bed.
It was already past midnight when a whisper was heard, the door opened quietly and a slave entered the room with a candle in her hands, and behind her a slender cypress like a sun-like beauty. The lion’s heart of the hero fluttered. He said to her: “What is your name, why did you come in the midnight at times?” The beautiful woman answered that her name was Tehmina, and that among the kings she had not found an equal to him. “I was eclipsed by the wisdom of an all-powerful passion to give birth to a son from you, so that he would be equal to you in growth, strength and courage,” said the beauty and promised to find Rech.
Growth, delighted by its beauty, calls for the mobeed and tells him to go to the father-in-law to the father-in-law. The king, observing the law and custom of his ancestors, gives his beautiful daughter for the hero. All the nobles were invited to a feast in honor of the marriage.
Left with his cute wife alone, Rostem gives her his amulet, which was heard all the light. Handing it to his friend, the warrior said: “If fate will send you a daughter, attach the amulet for happiness to her spit, and if the son – put it on his hand.” Let him grow up a mighty daredevil who knows no fear. “
Rostem spent the whole night with his moon-like friend, and when the sun rose, saying goodbye, he pressed her to his heart, kissed her passion passionately on the lips, eyes and forehead. The sadness of parting made her gaze, and since then, grief has become her constant companion.
In the morning the Sevenung ruler came to ask whether the giant was welling up and told the glad tidings: “Your Rehsh has found at last.”
Rostem went to Zabul. Nine moons passed, and the baby was born, shining like a month. Tehmina called him Sokhrab. Posture in Rostema, heroic growth, to ten years he became the strongest in the province. Growing up, having learned about the birth of his son, he sent Takhmina a letter and presents. About them, she told her son and warned him: “Oh my son, this is not something your father’s enemy, Afrasiab, ruler of Turan, should not know.” The time has come, and Sohrab decided: to gather the forces, to overthrow Shah of Iran Kay Kavus and to find his father. He told his mother: “I need a good horse.” Quickly they found a horse, born from Rechsha. Bogatyr rejoiced. Driven by impatience, he immediately saddled him and set off at the head of a huge army.
Soon, about the beginning of the campaign, Sohrab is recognized by Bishop Turan Afrasiab. He sends him two of his heroes, Human and Barman, with a farewell to resort to cunning, to push on the battlefield Rostema and Sohrab, but that they do not recognize each other. Afrasyab conceived with the help of Sohrab to accomplish two goals: to eliminate the invincible enemy of Turan Rostema and to defeat Kay Kavus. To lull the vigilance of the young hero, Afrasyab generously endowed him with a dozen horses and mules, a turquoise throne with a foot of ivory ivory sparkling, a royal crown burning with rubies and a flattering letter: “When you ascend the Iranian throne, peace and peace will reign on earth Get the crown of the ruler in the fight, I send you twelve thousand fighters to help. “
Sohrab together with his grandfather hastened to pay tribute to the approaching army and, seeing the great army, was very happy. He gathered an army and led him to the White Fortress, a stronghold of Iran. The ruler of the region and the fortress was a gray-haired Gozhdeikh from a glorious Iranian family. His beautiful daughter Gordaferid became famous as a fearless and insolent rider. Seeing the approaching army, a remote Hedgir, heading the defense of the city, came to meet him. Sohrab, hitting him with a spear, threw him to the ground to cut off his head, but Hedzhir, raising his hand, begged for pardon. Then he was tied up and taken prisoner. The day was dark for the Iranians.
Then the daughter of Gojdehema dressed in combat armor, hid her braids under the helmet and rushed to the enemy, scattering his cloud of arrows. Seeing that his fighters are falling in rows, Sohrab rode to meet the enemy. The warrior, having replaced the bow with a spear, aimed it with a run in the chest of Sohrab. The enraged bogatyr threw the rider to the ground, but she managed to jump on her horse again, suddenly the girl’s braid slipped through the chain mail. Before the hero appeared a young beauty. The hero was surprised: if the virgin is so brave, what kind of men they have?! He tossed the lasso and instantly embraced the camp of the beauty.
Gordaferides offered him peace, wealth and a castle, saying: “You have achieved the goal! Now we are yours.” Sohrab let him go, and they went to the fortress. Goehdehem with the army was waiting for the daughter of the city wall, and as soon as she entered the gates, how they closed, and Sohrab remained behind the gate. Climbing the tower, brave Gordaferid shouted to Sohrab: “Hey valiant knight, forget about the siege and invasion!” Sohrab also vowed to take the fortress and punish the impudent. It was decided to start the battle in the morning. Meanwhile, Gojejhem sent a messenger to the shah with a letter in which he told about what had happened, described in detail the appearance and military virtues of Sohrab. He also informed that they are forced to leave the city and retreat into the interior of the region.
Only the sun rose, the Turanians closed the ranks of troops, following their knight, broke into the fortress like a tornado. The city-fortress was empty. Gojejhem led the soldiers through the underground passage, which the Turans did not know before. Residents of the region appeared before Sokhrab, asking for mercy, and swore in obedience to him. But Sohrab did not heed their words. He began to look for Gordaferid, who had stolen his heart, flashed like a feather and disappeared forever. Day and night the warrior, burnt by secret fire, is grieving. Messenger Afrasyab Human, noticing what was happening with Sokhrab, tried to turn his thoughts to war. He said to him: “In the old days, none of the rulers fought in captivity in passion: you will not cool the heat of your heart – expect an inglorious defeat.” Sohrab understood Human’s correctness.
In the meantime, Kay Kavus, receiving the message of Gojdehem, was very worried and decided to call Rostema to help. He sent to the knight of the noble Giv with a message. Rostim did not doubt his victory in the upcoming battle and continued to feast. Only on the fourth day did he come to his senses and signaled to the army to assemble. Rakhsh was immediately saddled. Everyone moved to the palace, galloped up and bowed their heads before the Shah. Kay Cavus did not respond to their greeting. He was outraged by Rostz’s insolent act and ordered in his heart to execute him. Bogatyr menacingly looked at the Shah and covered him with abuse, lashed the steed and rushed away. The cause interfered to know, persuading the shah to return Rostema, remembering his services, that Rostem repeatedly saved his life. The Shah ordered to return the commander, calm him and pacify. He publicly promised Rostem his royal blessing.
Only the sun rose, Kay Kavus ordered to beat loudly into the timpani. The troops were led by Giv and Tus. A hundred thousand selected fighters, dressed in armor, left the city on horseback and camped in front of the White Fortress. Sohrab, ready for battle, rode out on his brisk horse, but before he asked the captured Hejir to show him the famous Iranian generals, among them the mighty Rostema, for the sake of meeting with whom he started the war. But the insidious Hedzhir deceived him, saying that Rostema was not in the camp of the Iranians. Disappointed Sohto had no choice but to accept the fight. He jumped on his horse and furiously rushed into the battle. Before the Shah’s tent, prancing on a fast horse, he challenged the enemy. The military leaders of the Shah did not even dare to look at the hero. The posture of the hero, the deadly sword in his strong hands, cast them into despair; embarrassed, the structure of the army fell apart. They began to whisper: “
Crown Prince Kay Cavus called to the soldiers, so that they quickly helped Rostem to put on armor and clothe the horse. Here he is already on a steed and with a warlike cry rushes to meet with Sokhrab. The heroic appearance of the enemy delighted the experienced warrior. The heart of Sohrab also trembled; hoping to see his father in it, he exclaimed: “Name your name and tell me whose you are from, I think that you are Rostem, to whom the great Prince Neur is great-grandfather.” alas, he was disappointed. Rostem concealed his name, calling himself a modest warrior.
The battle began with short spears, but soon fragments remained from them. Then the swords crossed. In a hot battle, swords broke, the clubs fell, and on the shoulders of opponents crackled mail. The forces were exhausted, but no one was victorious. We decided to part ways, stopping the fight. Everyone was surprised by the strength of the other.
The riders have already rested, the rivals have again come together in battle. This time the arrows were opened, but it was not possible to break the Sohrab armor, and the skins of the leopard on Rostem stayed intact. The hand-to-hand fight began. Rostem grabbed Sohrab for his belt, but the daredevil in the saddle did not flinch. The fight lasted a long time, the forces were exhausted, and the opponents again dispersed, so that, gaining strength, rush into the battle.
Anxiety and doubt did not leave Sohrab. The thought of his father oppressed him, and most importantly – an inexplicable force dragged him to Rostem, with whom he fought a deadly battle. Before the new battle, Sohrab again turned to the giant: “What was your dream and your awakening? Is it better to suppress anger and throw a blade? Is it better to feast on us together?” Do not hide your name, maybe you are the leader of Zabulistan Rostim? “
But Rostem did not think of friendship with a young man who still had milk on his lips and did not see his son in Soob. Again a war cry came, and the enemies converged on the battlefield. Rostem seized Sohrab by the neck, drew his sword and cut his chest. Sohrab fell to the ground, watering her with blood, and fell silent with the name of Rostema on her lips. Rostem froze, before his gaze the white light faded. When he came to himself, he asked: “Where is the sign from Rostema?” The young man whispered: “So, it’s you? … I called you, but your heart did not flinch.” Unbutton the mail on my chest and find under it my amulet. “
Seeing the amulet, Rostem clung to the dying young man: “Oh my dear son, oh valiant knight, have you already ruined me?” He whispered with bloodied lips: “Do not let your tears fall in vain. Your tears are harder for me than mortal torment.” What’s the use of now to be killed by you? Rostom jumped to Rechsha, and, sobbing, appeared before his army. He told them what he had done the villainy, and added: “You can not go to war with the Turanians, they are pretty angry about what I’ve done.” He grabbed a sword and wanted to cut his chest, but the soldiers stopped him. Then he asked Goderz to go to the Shah and tell him about his grief and asked him to send a healing potion that he kept in the fortress. However, Kay Kavus decided otherwise: “If he saves his son, my kingdom will crumble to dust.” Goders returned with nothing.
Tears streamed out of Rostem’s eyes. There is no greater grief than becoming a suicide in his old age.
“What shall I say if a mother asks about a young man?” he thought sadly. By the will of his father, the body of Sohrab was covered with purple, like a lord. At the request of Rostem Kay, Cavus promised to end the bloody war with the Turans. Struck with grief, Rostem stayed in place to wait for his brother, who was supposed to conduct the turans and protect him on his way from various troubles.
At the dawn Rostim and his team went to Zabulistan. People met him in deep sorrow. The nobility sprinkled her head with ashes. The coffin was brought under the vaults of the hall and sank to the grave with loud sobs. Grief of the mother who lost her only son, there was no end, and only a year later she went to the grave after him.
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