:19:04
Kondakar only smiled at the Prince
obligingly and nodded his head.
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On the master's order, we were driven
to the field and put in a yoke.
:19:17
They made us thresh wheat.
:19:33
There, under the yoke,
my mother died,
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broken by humiliation and shame.
:19:43
I lost my senses grieving.
:19:46
Even my master, a tyrant that he was,
:19:48
came to himself after his drunken
stupor,
:19:51
and in terror began praying to God
to have mercy on him.
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That's how I bid farewell
to my mother.
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My lord,
I, Nodar Zalikashvili, an orphan
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and your loyal servant,
am kneeling before you.
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I've brought you two hundred
choice saffron flowers
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that my mother had gathered for you.