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.
And when I rose in the morning to nurse my son, there he was, dead. But when I had examined him in the morning, indeed, he was not my son whom I had borne.”
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