Nodin's head was dragged by the chariot driven by Nodin, and his head was covered with mud and dust, and on the tower his mother pulled out her hair and threw her shiny turban out of the distance, looking at her own son, and howling with all her might. His beloved father shouted a mournful tromone, and the people around him wept bitterly, and the sound of mourning resounded in every corner of the city. This cry, this sorrow, as if the towering East City had all been lost in a sea of blazing fire, from the roof of the building to the root of the wall! Lamech tried to break through the gate of the city wall like mad, and his men could scarcely stop the old man, and he pleaded with all the people, rolling in the filth, calling out to everyone, and screaming loudly, and shouting, "I appreciate your kindness, but let me go out of the city, and alone, to the ship of the people of the West City! I must appeal to him face to face, to the cruel, A fierce man, and he may respect my old teeth and feel pity for the elderly, I am also his father, although Nodin and Nodin are not the same mother, Nodin has become a scourge to the people of Dongcheng. He has killed so many of my young and vigorous sons, and he has brought me more sorrow than anyone else. I mourn the misfortune of every son, but only the death of Nob is a great pain to me, and so strong sorrow will lead me to the grave of hell!

Old Lamech cried out in tears, and the citizens wept with him.

Nobing's mother, with the women of the East City, led the singing of a sad song: "Cough, my child, oh I unfortunate woman, how shall I continue to live with such sorrow when you go!? You, my pride, day and night, are in this city, you, the pillar of the city, the backbone of the men and women of the city. They honour thee as an angel, and thou art their supreme glory in life, and now, my son, death and fate have devoured thee!"

She cried out in her sorrow, and burst into tears, but Noc's wife had not heard the bad news, and there was no credible person who came to the door to tell her husband that he was standing outside the gates, and that she was in the deep house, and in the inner room, she made a dark red double gown and woven a blooming flower.

She also beckoned to the maid in the room, who had beautiful braids, and put a large pot on the firewood, so that Nobing could go home from the battle and bathe in hot water, and the poor woman, who knew how to stay away from the boiling hot water, that her husband had died at Nodin's hand, and had been struck down by the sheep-eyed angel.

By this time she had heard the cries and wails coming from the wall, and her legs trembled, and the shuttle slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground, and she called to the beautiful maid with braided hair, and said, "Come, you two, go with me, I will see what is happening outside, I have heard the cry of the noble mother, my legs are numb, my soul is leaping out of my throat, and I know that a misfortune is coming upon the sons of Father Lamech!" I hope that this news will never reach my ears, but I fear from the bottom of my heart that the able-bodied Nodin may cut off Noc's return, and force the brave Nodin to leave the castle and drive him to the plains, and he may have completely dissipated Nobing's reckless pride, which is always with my husband, who never stays behind, gathers with the group, but rushes forward from afar, with rage, and no one cares about him!"

After saying this, she rushed out of the palace, like a mad woman, with a pounding heart, with two wait-in-waiting, followed closely behind her.

She hurried to the castle tower, where the soldiers had gathered, stopped, stood by the wall, looked away, and found her husband being dragged in front of the castle, galloping with him galloping towards the deep sea ship of the people of the West City.

Droma, Nobing's wife, was suddenly dark, fainted backwards, gasped for the breath of life, threw out the shining headdress, and was thrown out of the distance, crowns, hair bands, girdles, and finely woven turbans, and gifts from golden dog-eyed angels, and on the day she was taken away by her husband, Nobing, with a shining helmet, took her away from her home and gave her countless dowries.

At this moment her husband's sisters and brothers' daughters-in-law gathered around her and lifted her up in the midst of them: Derma was on the verge of death at this moment, but, struggling to breathe, life returned to her body, she let go of her throat and cried out among the women of the East City: "Oh, ruined, Noc, ruined, ruined all my things!" You and I were born to share the same destiny, you in the east city, in the home of Lamech, I in the wooded foothills, there was my home, my father loved me and loved me when I was young. Now, you have gone to the house of death, and you have left me here to suffer the sorrow of crying, and the widow in the palace, and the boy who is still a baby, and you and my offspring, a pair of unfortunate people! Even if he could escape this bitter war, the days to come would be full of hardships and pains, that others would take away his land, and that the miserable life of an orphan would make it difficult for him to make friends of the same age, that he, our boy, would always hang his head and wash his face with tears all day long, and that he would find his father's old companion, and pull this man's cloak and clutch that man's clothes, and win the mercy of some, and someone would give him a small drink, which would only wet his lips, but would not soothe the thirst of his throat, and that some child, whose parents were still alive, would throw him out of the banquet and throw his fist and curse with his mouth open: 'Get out!' Your father is not here to feast, but join us!' The boy went to his widowed mother with tears in his eyes! Once upon a time you sat on your father's lap, and you ate only the marrow and the fattest flesh of the lamb, and when he had had had enough, while sleep fell, he lay down in his mother's arms, and fell to sleep contentedly on the soft bed. Now, having lost his dear father, he will suffer, and he, the people of the East, call him 'the lord of the city-state', because you are the only one who guards the gates and the long walls. But now, far from your parents, you lie down by the crooked ship, and the weary reptiles will eat your naked body after the hungry dog has eaten your flesh, although in your house are stacked with delicate and beautiful shirts, and women's handiwork. Now, I'm going to burn them to the ground, so that you won't wear them again, and you won't have to wrap your body in them. Let the garments be turned into a fire as a sacrifice to thee by the men and women of the eastern city!" Droma cried out with tears of deep sorrow, and the women mourned and wept in response, and in this way they mourned and wept all over the city.

At the same time, the people of Xicheng returned to the side of the ship and the Red Sea coast, disbanded the group, and returned to their respective ships.

But Nodin, unwilling to disband the ranks of his people, shouted to his war-loving companions: "Men of the fast horses, my trusted companions! We must soothe the sorrow in our hearts with elegy and tears, and then we can relax our horses and eat and drink together. ”

When Nodin had spoken, the whole army wept and wailed bitterly, led by Nodin, and they picked up the horses with long manes and galloped three times in a row, and surrounded the body; the soldiers wept and mourned, and in the crowd, Nodin's mother, the second lady of Lamech, urged the passion of weeping, and at the same time Nodin's mother, her tears soaked the sand, soaked in the armor of the warriors, so deeply remembered, to Nodin, the heroic who drove away the fleeing enemy; Noodin led the singing of a sad lament, and put her murderous hands close to the chest of her best friend:" Farewell, Nog, I will greet you, even if you have gone to the house of the Angel of Death! Behold, I have fulfilled the promise I made to you, and I have said that I will bring Nobing here, and let the hungry dogs eat and bite it alive, and cut off twelve young heads, and the sons of the people of Dongcheng will vent my anger at them killing you before burning your pyre!"

At the same time, all the whole army, all the brave soldiers, all took off their shining bronze armor, and stretched out their horses with their heads raised and neighed, and thousands of people sat down by the side of the boat, and near the swift ships of Nodin, and they had prepared a rich funeral feast for the people; before many fat and strong cattle were slaughtered and fell under the iron edges, and there were many sheep and bleating goats, and a great flock of fat pigs, showing their white fangs, and hanging with a large fat fat; the soldiers forked the fat pigsOn the shelf, it is claimed that the firewood prepared by the master craftsman Angel Stost burns off the mane, raises a glass to catch the blood of the animal that has been spilled, and sprinkles it around the corpse.

When these things had been done, the kings of the people of the Western City led the leader of the swift foot to the dwelling place of the noble Noe, so that they could speak of it, and the death of his companion made him angry.

When the group arrived at Nou's barracks, they immediately ordered the messenger with a clear voice to put a cauldron on firewood, and then persuaded Nodin to wash away the stained blood on his body, but the latter stubbornly refused their advice, and swore: "No, no! I will swear to the Almighty, to God, the supreme and supreme head of the angels, that this is not to be done properly, and not to let the bath water touch my head and face, and I will not do these cleansing until I have done all these things: I will put Nagon on a burning pyre, and lay the earth into a glow, and cut off my hair, and honor my companions, knowing that my soul will never again suffer such sorrow in my lifetime, and that now you may be satisfied with the delicacies which I abhor, and that tomorrow morning at dawn, the king will call up all your men, and gather up all the fuelwood that the dead need, and he will go on his way to the gloomIn this way, the raging fire can send him out of our sight as quickly as possible, and the warriors can return to the battlefield, where they must go. ”

When he said this, they listened in silence, and did not disobey, and hastened to cook, and everyone was fed and drunk, and no one was given his fair share, and when the desire to eat and drink was satisfied, they parted ways and went to bed, and went into their camps, and rested their weary bodies.

But Nodin lay down on the stormy beach, wailing roughly, and near the camp of the people, in an empty place that had been battered by the waves, and sleep blurred his mind, and the sweet and familiar snoring drove away the grief in his heart, and he hurried after Nodin, and towards the windy castle of the eastern city, tired of his shining legs and feet, and at that moment the ghost of the unfortunate Nogin appeared before him, as he had been in the voice and appearance of his life, with his bright eyes open, wrapped in the shirt he had worn before him, and stood above his head, and spoke: " You are sleeping, Nodin, have you forgotten me, have you treated me like this because I am dead? You have never been negligent when I was alive! Bury me, the sooner the better, let me pass through the gates of hell, they have kept me far away, the ghosts, the phantoms of the dead, will not let me cross the river of the underworld, to be with them, I can only wander outside the wide gates, in front of the house of the god of death, I cry out to you, stretch out your hand, I will never return from the underworld, once you have performed the ritual of burning for me. You and I, who are alive, will never again be able to sit together and counsel apart from our dear companions, and the fate of suffering, which has been with me day and night since the day I was born, has opened its mouth to devour me. You, too, the angelic Nodin, will be urged by fate to die under the walls of the rich people of Dongcheng. I have yet one more thing to say, and I will tell you this, and I beseech you to obey: Do not separate my bones from yours, Nodin, and we will be buried together, as we grew up together, in your house. At that time I was a child, and I was brought into your house to escape a tragic murder, and on that day I killed the son of Damas, and I was foolish, all unintentionally, because of a quarrel and a game of dice throwing, when you took me into your house, and carefully raised me to be your companion, so let the same urn, the two-handled golden urn that your noble mother gave you, contain our bones. ”

When he had heard this, he said, "My dear brother, my friend, why did you come back to me and tell me about these things that were to be done for me? No problem, I will do everything and do as you say, oh, please come closer, and let us embrace each other, if only for a brief moment." Wash our hearts with tears of sorrow!"

When Nodin had finished speaking, he stretched out his arms, but could not hold him, and his soul sank into the mud like a wisp of smoke, accompanied by a shrill cry; Nodin jumped up, frightened, and beat his hands, and sighed in a mournful voice: "Oh, my God! Even in the house of the Forgotten Angels, there is some form of existence, human souls and visions, though they have no lifeblood of the living, and all night the ghost of the unfortunate Nogin hangs above my head, crying and crying, telling me that every thing I have to do is exactly like a real person!"

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