Sitting in the post, the mother reflected that this peasant would begin to work carefully, noiselessly, like a mole, without cease, and that at his side the discontented voice of his wife would always sound, and the dry burning gleam in her green eyes would never die out of her so long as she cherished the revengeful wolfish anguish of a mother for lost children.
Eta gizonaren alboan beti entzungo zela emaztearen ahots nahigabetua, haren begi berdeen leinuru kiskalgarriak distiratuko zuela, eta bizi zen artean ez zela hilko semeen heriotzak amarengan sortutako tristura basati eta mendekaria.