Ambavi Suramis tsikhitsa
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My father was run over by a cart,
and he died.

:17:09
The Prince had appropriated
our house and vineyard,

:17:12
and had my mother and me driven
to his estate to be his servants.

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One day my master had a guest.
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Having drunk so much wine that they
became mad, they laughed in my face.

:17:28
I couldn't understand
what they wanted,

:17:32
but I realized
they were mocking at me.

:17:40
They devised a monstrous game.
:17:50
I was to toss up pomegranates,
and they cut them with their sabers.

:18:08
The juice of pomegranates
burned my eyes.

:18:11
I still hear
the swishing sound of their sabers.

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Then they made me pick up
pomegranate seeds.

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At last, the Prince said:
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"Get ready, tomorrow morning
you'll go with my friend.

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From now on he will be your Prince.
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I'm exchanging you
for these two dogs.

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Go and bring your mother."
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My poor mother begged the Prince
to spare us.

:18:45
She reminded him how faithfully
our family had served his house,

:18:52
how diligently we had been picking
the best saffron for the Prince.

:18:59
The Prince was deaf to her entreaties.
They called up Kondakar.


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