In the Passage des Bérésinas, the shopkeepers all knew one another, it was like a provincial village wedged for years between two Paris streets, in other words, everybody slandered and spied on everybody else as much as was humanly and deliriously possible.
Beresinasko zeharkale horretan dendaz denda denek ezagutzen zuten elkar, herrixka ttiki bat iduri, Parisko bi kaleren artean aspalditik harrapatua. Hots: burua nahasteraino aritzen ziren elkarren zelatan eta gaizki esanean, gizon antzo.