This is a new land, a new life.

Let the past die with me.

With this quarrel you have nothing to do.

It is not yours." "I will kill him," said the boy stubbornly, "I have sworn the oath.
It was my mother you left in the snow.

Some day I will kill him." "Aha! boy," said the father, drawing him close to his side, "my quarrel is yours.