the introduction
Dear reader, I swear to you that I wrote more than one eloquent, monotonous introduction, and because I was so fascinated by them, I was unable to choose among them. Therefore, I did not write any introduction, and I will rely on your trust in me to read my novel. Wake up, dear reader, I do not know you and you do not know me. Will you trust me so quickly? Allow me, my dear, to describe you as passionate, quick to get attached, and quick to trust others.. You now know, dear reader, why everyone lets you down.
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...night
The weather is rainy, windy, and full of foreboding. .
And the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground wet with rain. . .
He ran very quickly towards a small house at the far end of the city. The horse stopped at the door of the house and a tall, wheat-coloured man with a light black beard and his curly hair fell on his face from the rain descended. He walked to the door of the house with his muscles drawn inside his luxurious clothes. He knocked on the door forcefully and shouted in an angry tone, "Where is that midwife?" Is she here?
... In the midst of this noise, the door opens and an old woman emerges from it with small eyes and white hair: Where is the midwife? Where is the midwife? Is she here?
She said: So this is the fool who knocks on the door like a madman
He said: Shut up, you arrogant old woman. Come with me quickly
She said: What do you want at this late time of the night and in this stormy weather? ? ?
He said: Hurry, get on the horse, and I will explain to you on the way
She said: Well, let us hurry and see what misfortune I have done, Edward
He said: Leave this nonsense, you idiot
She said: Well, well. . . You have poor manners
They got on the horse and set off quickly. . . They arrived at a large, tall white house surrounded by a luxurious fence and a large garden, and full of guards.
Edward: Get out of my way, you foolish guards, I don't have time for you
Midwife: What's wrong with you, Edward? When we rode the horse, your morals were lost
Edward: Shut up. . .
Midwife: . . .
They arrived at the door. . . Edward quickly got off the horse, his face full of worry. . . He went to open the door of the big house and shouted loudly to the servants
He said I brought the midwife and they took care of her quickly
The old woman went to check on Marcelli and her child
Edward: How is my dear Marshley? . . In a worried and confused voice
The maid, Layan: Excuse me, sir. My lady's condition has deteriorated and she is sweating and has difficulty breathing.
Edward: Damn it, how could this happen to that old hag's haste?
"The old woman heard what Edward said."
The old man: Damn you and your child. Come on. You can do this in my place if you are in such a hurry
Edward: . . .
Silence spread throughout the house, and Edward was consumed by anxiety. He remained at the door, waiting, walking back and forth. After hours of silence, the sound of an infant crying came out. His voice filled the walls of the room, and all anxiety and tension went away from Edward's mind. The door opened and the old woman came out.
The old man: Congratulations, Edward. Your wife, Marshall, has given birth to a son
His big eyes sparkled and he smiled and said: Thank you, Grandpa Sophie. I will never forget this kindness.
Grandma Sophie: Don't worry, Edward. Come in and see your wife and child. They are waiting for you
He nodded his head and entered quickly, eager to see his first child. He saw his beloved Marcelli, who was reclining on the bed. She was a white woman, bright white as if she were the moon, and she had a mole on her right cheek above her lip. Her hair was gorgeously black as black as nights, with a soft texture like silk, and she had sharp eyes as if she were a wolf, and between her breasts was a white child. The color has small eyes, a cute little nose and small eyebrows
Edward said in a gentle and tender voice: Are you okay, beautiful?
She answered in a tired voice: Yes, dear
: Let me carry our child
: Okay, take it
Edward carried his son with his huge, muscular hand, hugged him to his chest, kissed him on the forehead, and said: Let's name him Andres. Marshall smiled and nodded. . . She indicated that she agreed. Edward was busy playing with his son Andres, and his eyes were filled with joy. . . But the joy did not last long. Marshalie began to feel dizzy and began to close her eyes and open them with difficulty. Then, Marshalli began to feel an urge to vomit, and she spat blood from her mouth. She began to breathe quickly and with great difficulty, and her skin became yellow in color and she began to sweat. Edward saw this and was shocked to see Marshall in this miserable state; Edward put his son Andres on the bed and rushed to Marcelli to check on her and see what was happening to her. . . Her condition began to get worse. . . Edward put his hand on Marshley's forehead to check her temperature. He saw that her temperature had risen very high and her heartbeat had begun to accelerate. Edward shouted at the servants.
Call the doctor quickly! ! ! ! !
.... He follows ...