Унесенные ветром

Chapter 40

           We’renotwheat,we’rebuckwheat!Whenastormcomesalongitflattensripewheatbecauseit’sdryandcan’tbendwiththewind.Butripebuckwheat’sgotsapinitanditbends.Andwhenthewindhaspassed,itspringsupalmostasstraightandstrongasbefore.Wearen’tastiff-neckedtribe.We’remightylimberwhenahardwind’sblowing,becauseweknowitpaystobelimber.Whentroublecomeswebowtotheinevitablewithoutanymouthing,andweworkandwesmileandwebideourtime.Andweplayalongwithlesserfolksandwetakewhatwecangetfromthem.Andwhenwe’restrongenough,wekickthefolkswhoseneckswe’veclimbedover.That,mychild,isthesecretofthesurvival."Andafterapause,sheadded:"Ipassitontoyou."

           Theoldladycackled,asifshewereamusedbyherwords,despitethevenominthem.ShelookedasifsheexpectedsomecommentfromScarlettbutthewordshadmadelittlesensetoherandshecouldthinkofnothingtosay.

           "No,sir,"OldMisswenton,"ourfolksgetflattenedoutbuttheyriseupagain,andthat’smorethanIcansayforplentyofpeoplenotsofarawayfromhere.LookatCathleenCalvert.Youcanseewhatshe’scometo.Poorwhite!Andaheaplowerthanthemanshemarried.LookattheMcRaefamily.Flattotheground,helpless,don’tknowwhattodo,don’tknowhowtodoanything.Won’teventry.Theyspendtheirtimewhiningaboutthegoodolddays.

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