The rain of the afternoon had filled the markets with malodorous dampness, and as they wallowed there in the centre of the city, like some drunken man lying, after his last bottle, under the table, they cast all their foul breath into his face.
Arratsaldeko euriak hezetasun atsitu batez bete zuen merkatu nagusia. Azokek beren arnasa kirastu guztiak egozten zizkioten aurpegira, hiri erdian zehar ibili ondorengo hatsak botatzen zizkioten, mozkor batek azken botilarekin mahai azpian egiten duen bezala.