Tilled the soil and planted seeds there.
Younger over books would ponder,
Out of clay queer figures moulding
As he saw them in old bibles,
In the church, or castle's hallways.
Many years they lived thus peacefully,
Till one day they broke in quarrel,
Toward each other deathly angered.
And their break came o'er a woman,
Beautiful as heaven's angel,
Tempting as the Eden's devil.
Yes, it seems that in her blood stream
Coursed a drop of blood of demons,
Blood of Lilith, female devil,
She who was first wife of Adam.
Then one night, upon a pathway
Angered brothers met each other;
Older one armed with a sabre
And the younger one with chisel,
The same tool which from cold marble
Cut Madonna's saintly features.
What then happened, you know better
Than I could repeat in story. . . .
Right next morn young brother vanished
No one even asked about him.
Older one, the girl married,
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