T o their mothers they say, `Where corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.
Они говорят своим матерям: «Где хлеб и вино?» – теряя сознание, подобно раненым, на улицах городских, испуская дух на руках своих матерей.
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