"It was beautiful, like a meadow when the wind blows through it. Life throbbed in him... The old, incomprehensible, unsolvable riddle. The tiny seed already contains the whole tree, rooted, leafy, and crowned, as it will blossom on a beautiful April day. From a night of love, from a drop of plasma, these two shoulders, these eyes, this face, and yet another miracle, that I had to meet him out of millions of beings... That drop of plasma was already destined to come to me years later .
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Erich Maria RemarqueAll Translations
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It was beautiful, like a meadow when the wind blows through it. Life throbbed in him... The old, incomprehensible, unsolvable riddle. The tiny seed already contains the whole tree, rooted, leafy, and crowned, as it will blossom on a beautiful April day. From a night of love, from a drop of plasma, these two shoulders, these eyes, this face, and yet another miracle, that I had to meet him out of millions of beings... That drop of plasma was already destined to come to me years later .
""Szép volt, mint egy rét, ha átsuhan rajta a szél. Az élet lüktetett benne... A régi, érthetetlen, megfejthetetlen talány. A parányi magban megvan már az egész fa gyökerestül, lombostul, koronástul, ahogy majdan virágba borul egy szép áprilisi napon. Egy szerelmes éjszakából, egy csepp plazmából bontakozott ki ez a két váll, ez a szem, ez az arc és újabb csoda, hogy milliónyi lény közül éppen vele kellett találkoznom... Annak a csepp plazmának már megvolt a rendeltetése, hogy évek múltán felém jöjjön."