the civilians tended to crowd along the walls, but the military men danced enthusiastically, especially one who'd spent six weeks in Paris, where he'd learned various devil-may-care exclamations such as, "Zut," "Ah, fichtrre," "Pst, pst, mon bibi, and so on. He pronounced them perfectly, with genuine Parisian chic;
militarrek, aldiz, dantza egiten zuten denbora guztian, batez ere haietako batek, zeina sei bat astez bizi izan baitzen Parisen, han askotariko oihu ozarrak ikasi zituela, hala nola "zut", "ah fichtrrrre", "pst, pst, mon bibi" eta abar.