<head id="NEST_Svano.h1">Svartedauen</head> <head id="NEST_Sva_135en.h1">The Black Death</head>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s1">�yenvitner</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s1">Eye witnesses</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s2">�Min bror!</s> <s id="NEST_Svano.s3">Hva skal jeg si?</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s2">"Alas! my beloved brother, what shall I say?</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s4">Hvordan skal jeg begynne?</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s3">How shall I begin?</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s5">Hvor skal jeg vende meg hen?</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s4">Whither shall I turn?</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s6">P� alle kanter hersker sorg.</s> <s id="NEST_Svano.s7">Overalt r�r angst og frykt.</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s5">On all sides is sorrow; everywhere is fear.</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s8">Min bror, jeg �nsker at jeg aldri var blitt f�dt eller i det minste hadde f�tt d� f�r denne tid.</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s6">I would, my brother, that I had never been born, or, at least, had died before these times.</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s9">Hvordan skal kommende slekter kunne tro at det en gang fantes en tid da alle mennesker var d�de, da nesten hele jorden var uten innbyggere?</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s7">How will posterity believe that there has been a time when all humans were dead, but well-nigh the whole globe, has remained without inhabitants.</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s10">Da den forferdelige og altomfattende ensomhet hersket?�</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s8">When the horrible and all-embracing loneliness reigned"</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s11">Den italienske dikteren Francesco Petrarca kunne ikke finne ord som var sterke nok n�r han skulle fortelle sin bror i Frankrike om tilstanden i Italia omkring 1350.</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s9">The Italiant poet Francesco Petrarca could not find words that were strong enough when he were to tell his brother In France about the situation in Italy circa 1350.</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s12">Som hele det �vrige Europa hadde landet gjennomlevd en folkeulykke av forferdelige dimensjoner, en tragedie s� stor at den for alle tider prentet seg inn i folkets bevissthet.</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s10">As with the rest of Europe, the country had been through a human disaster of terrifying proportions, a tragedy so great that it would forever be imprinted on people's minds.</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s13">H�sten 1350 var Europa � ligne n�rmest med en sammenhengende kirkeg�rd, en likhaug, et kjempemessig gravkammer.</s> <s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s11">In the fall of 1350, Europe could almost be compared to a continuous graveyard, a pile of bodies, a giant burial chamber.</s>

<s id="NEST_Svano.s14">Fra Lofoten i nord til Malaga i s�r, fra Irland i vest til Novgorod i �st

<head id="NEST_Svano.h1">Svartedauen</head>	<head id="NEST_Sva_135en.h1">The Black Death</head>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s1">�yenvitner</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s1">Eye witnesses</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s2">�Min bror!</s> <s id="NEST_Svano.s3">Hva skal jeg si?</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s2">"Alas! my beloved brother, what shall I say?</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s4">Hvordan skal jeg begynne?</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s3">How shall I begin?</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s5">Hvor skal jeg vende meg hen?</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s4">Whither shall I turn?</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s6">P� alle kanter hersker sorg.</s> <s id="NEST_Svano.s7">Overalt r�r angst og frykt.</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s5">On all sides is sorrow; everywhere is fear.</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s8">Min bror, jeg �nsker at jeg aldri var blitt f�dt eller i det minste hadde f�tt d� f�r denne tid.</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s6">I would, my brother, that I had never been born, or, at least, had died before these times.</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s9">Hvordan skal kommende slekter kunne tro at det en gang fantes en tid da alle mennesker var d�de, da nesten hele jorden var uten innbyggere?</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s7">How will posterity believe that there has been a time when all humans were dead, but well-nigh the whole globe, has remained without inhabitants.</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s10">Da den forferdelige og altomfattende ensomhet hersket?�</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s8">When the horrible and all-embracing loneliness reigned"</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s11">Den italienske dikteren Francesco Petrarca kunne ikke finne ord som var sterke nok n�r han skulle fortelle sin bror i Frankrike om tilstanden i Italia omkring 1350.</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s9">The Italiant poet Francesco Petrarca could not find words that were strong enough when he were to tell his brother In France about the situation in Italy circa 1350.</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s12">Som hele det �vrige Europa hadde landet gjennomlevd en folkeulykke av forferdelige dimensjoner, en tragedie s� stor at den for alle tider prentet seg inn i folkets bevissthet.</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s10">As with the rest of Europe, the country had been through a human disaster of terrifying proportions, a tragedy so great that it would forever be imprinted on people's minds.</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s13">H�sten 1350 var Europa � ligne n�rmest med en sammenhengende kirkeg�rd, en likhaug, et kjempemessig gravkammer.</s>	<s id="NEST_Sva_135en.s11">In the fall of 1350, Europe could almost be compared to a continuous graveyard, a pile of bodies, a giant burial chamber.</s>
<s id="NEST_Svano.s14">Fra Lofoten i nord til Malaga i s�r, fra Irland i vest til Novgorod i �st