M -am sculat dimineaţa ca să-mi alăptez fiul, dar el era mort. Când m-am uitat la el cu băgare de seamă la lumina zilei, am văzut că nu era fiul pe care-l născusem.
When I rose in the morning to nurse my son, behold, he was dead; but when I looked at him carefully in the morning, behold, he was not my son, whom I had borne.”
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