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 to nurse my child, behold, he was dead. But when I had considered him in the morning, behold, it was not the son I had borne.
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