Character: The bride

Yes, I fled with the others, ran! (Wistfully.) You would have to run. I burned in the fire, the soul of my ulcers and wounds, and your son, for me, was a trickle of water - I was waiting for him, children, reassurance, healing power. But he was a dark river, shaded by branches, which worried me with the rustling of the reeds and by the dull roar of the waves. And I went to fetch your son - he was a cold trickle and the guy sent me of a flock of birds and they kept me going and felt cold on my wounds, felt cold on the poor withered woman, a girl caressed by fire. I didn't understand! I didn't I didn't! I wanted to your son, and I was not deceived, but the hand that grabbed me like a barrage. And he would catch me sooner or later, even if I was old and all the children your son grabbed me by the hair!

I want you to never steal, never left, didn't cheat, but if you must steal, then steal my sadness. If you have to leave, come back to me every night. If you have to cheat, please cheat death, because without you I can't live a day.