
There was once a poor peasant who sat in the evening by the hearth and poked the fire, and his wife sat spinning. Then he said, "How sad it is that we have no children..."
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There was once a poor peasant who sat in the evening by the hearth and poked the fire, and his wife sat spinning. Then he said, "How sad it is that we have no children..."
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