Aladdinlefthisfriendsandcametotheoldman.
'Yes,'hesaid,'IamAladdin,sonofMustafa.Butmyfatherisdead.Hediedfiveyearsago.'
'Dead!'saidtheoldman.'Oh,no!'Heputhisfaceinhishandsandbegantocry.
'Whyareyoucrying'askedAladdin.'Didyouknowmyfather'
Theoldmanlookedup.'Mustafawasmybrother!'hesaid.'Iwantedtoseehimagain,andnowyoutellmeheisdead.Oh,thisisnotahappydayforme!'
ThenheputhishandonAladdin'sarm.
'Buthereismybrother'sson,andIcanseeMustafainyourface,myboy.Aladdin,Iamyouruncle,Abanazar.'
阿拉丁离开他的伙伴们来到老头儿面前。
“是的，”他说，“我是阿拉丁，穆斯塔法的儿子。但我父亲已经死了，他五年前就死了。”
“死了!”老头儿说，“哦，不!”他用手蒙着脸哭了起来。
“你为什么哭”阿拉丁问道，“你认识我父亲吗”
老头儿抬起头来。“穆斯塔法是我的兄弟!”他说，“我很想见到他，却得知他已经死了。哦，对我来说这是多么悲惨的一天啊!”
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