Tu puñal de acero ha rasgado mi blanco pecho; pero he apoyado contra la herida a mi niño y lo he lavado con mi sangre caliente. Con eso la herida ha cicatrizado sin hierbas ni raíces. No he temido a la muerte; tampoco la temerá mi niño valiente

-Leo Tolstoy

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