The thin, long, light child in his arms wept passionately.

A teacher wrote that her children wept when they heard the story.

The compassionate old man and his child wept with her.

All the children wept, but they knew that this is the way it must be, in cat families.

Both children were weeping and trying to break out of Nazeera's grip, but she held them fast.

A mother holds her traumatized son and says, "When my child wept, his tears were black."

Outside, a woman waved the girl's picture last night as several children wept.

Moments later, with the woman and the child weeping on the ground beside him, he died.

Women fainted at the sight of him, children wept, tough men flinched.

When the children have wept all, she thought again, anew will shine the twilight of their destiny.