М атерям своим говорят они: 'где хлеб и вино?', умирая, подобно раненым, на улицах городских, изливая души свои в лоно матерей своих.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
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