Unknown Story
Montāžas Teksta
- She baked loaves of bread, each day one loaf, and put it beside his head, and she marked on the wall the days that he slept, and there came a day when the first loaf was hard, the second loaf was like leather, and the third was soggy.
- And then came the fourth loaf which had mold, the fifth was mildewed, the sixth was fresh, and the seventh was still on the embers.
- What shall I do, O Utnapishtim, where shall I go? Already the thief in the night has hold of my limbs, death inhabits my room, wherever my foot rests, there I find death.
- Count these loaves and learn how many days you slept, for your first is hard, your second like leather, your third is soggy, the crust of your fourth has mold, your fifth is mildewed, your sixth is fresh and your seventh was still over the glowing embers when I toughed and woke you.
- Gilgamish failed his second attempt. Utnapishtim woke Gilgamesh up and told him about the number of loaves of bread and the days he slept. And so Gilgamesh ask him if there was another way to be immortality.
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