T hey keep crying to their mothers, Where is corn and wine ? as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city, as their lives ebb away on their mothers’ bosom.
Матерям своим говорят они: 'где хлеб и вино?', умирая, подобно раненым, на улицах городских, изливая души свои в лоно матерей своих.
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