母亲已经攀着荆棘滚进沟里。她披头散发,身上被刺伤,流着鲜血。西穆尔丹和盖尚都在沟里,像塔里的戈万一样束手无策。士兵们无能为力,绝望地围在他们身边。炙热难忍,但是谁也感觉不到。大火还在继续,令人畏惧。人们看见在烧得通红的窗口有三个金发脑袋。拉杜对天挥挥拳头,仿佛在用眼光寻找什么人,说道:“这叫行善吗,老天!”母亲跪着亲吻桥拱,一面呼喊道:“发发慈悲 Mother has climbed the thorns into the ditch. She was disheveled, was stabbed, bleeding in the blood. Simuldane and Gershon are in the ditch, as helpless as Govan in the tower. The soldiers were helpless and surrounded by despair. Hot unbearable, but no one can feel it. The fire continues, it is daunting. People see three blond heads in the red-hot window. Radu waved his fist to the sky, as if looking for someone in the eyes, said: ”This is called good deed, God!“ Mother knelt and kiss the arch, shouting: ”Fat compassion