The parable of the good samaritan [antikvár]

THE GOOD SAMARITANBenjamin was sitting up in bed, eating his dinner. He had bandages on his head, and big bruises on his face and arms."This food tastes good," he said, smiling at his two children who were sitting by his side. "The food where I have been was all right, but there's nothing like home cooking when you are ill."