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Poika "Saiman lintusen" Verkollansa pyydysti, H?kkiin, raukan, asetti, Kantoi Saiman ?itillen.
Lintu vankeudessaan P?iv?n lauloi helkytti, Toisena jo vaikeni, Suruisena istui vaan.
Saima uness' ilmestyi ?itillens? vaijertain: "Poiss' on kaunis laulajain!" ?iti her?s, h?mm?styi.
Aamun tullen joutuisaan Riensi, pienen lintusen Laski haudan verehen, Lens' se haudan pihlajaan.
Laulu kaikui helk?ht?in; Kiert?? hautakumpua Eik? heit? laulua -- Itkein ?iti kotiin p?in.
Viime matka.
Vanhuksen m? joka p?iv? n?in Astelevan kalmistohon p?in, Seisahti h?n syreenien luokse, Vieh?tteli h?nt? heelm?in tuokse.
Syksyn tullen kerran huomasin Saattojoukon, tumman paarinkin, Vanhus kulki siin? viime kerran Syreenien luo -- ei, luokse Herran.
Valkolilja.
Kukkaniemen korvakkeeses and scarcely daring to look at the man shuddering before us, his face in his hands.
"It is done." Gven cast his anger at us like a stone. "It is as though she had been killed. Why couldn't you tell me? You, Noven, I asked you. Why couldn't you have spared me this?"
The men looked uneasily at me and back at Gven. Shaken, they drifted away, back to their work, still ashamed to meet each other's eyes. Gven sat there, grinding his fist into his palm, staring straight ahead.
He has been gone for some time now. At his request, a long-ship stopped for him on its homeward cruise. I have not tried to reach another subject, nor have any of the others. At least, if they have, they do not speak of it. We are reluctant to attempt any communion with these creatures whose alien nature has been so strikingly demonstrated to us. The game of Observation itself has become less a game, and we go about our work with a vague sense of unrest, as though the descent of catastrophe upon us were imminent.
Gven gave us one last gift before he left. He sang us a song that made us want to bend our heads to the ground in shame. If his songs are bitter now, and if there is no innocence in them, one needs not look far to find the reason.
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