Е ще не перестал я говорить в уме моем, и вот вышла Ревекка, и кувшин ее на плече ее, и сошла к источнику и почерпнула; и я сказал ей: напой меня.
Before I had finished speaking in my heart, Rebekah came out with her jar on her shoulder. She went down to the well and got water. I asked her, ‘Let me drink.’
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