To her, a woman and a mother, to whom after all the body of her son is always dearer than that in him which is called a soul, to her it was horrible to see how these sticky, lightless eyes crept over his face, felt his chest, shoulders, hands, tore at the hot skin, as if seeking the possibility of taking fire, of warming the blood in their hardened brains and fatigued muscles-the brains and muscles of people already half dead, but now to some degree reanimated by the pricks of greed and envy of a young life that they presumed to sentence and remove to a distance from themselves.
Berari, beti eta guztiaren gainetik semearen gorputza arima deritzon hori baino bizikiago maite izana zuen emakume eta ama zen aldetik, izugarria zitzaion ikustea nola begi itzali haiek Pavelen aurpegitik lerratzen ziren, nola bularra, sorbalda eta besoak haztatu eta larruazal gartsua igurzten zioten.