On the morrow, just as I was busy composing an elegy, and I was biting my pen as I searched for a rhyme, Chvabrine tapped at my window.
Biharamunean, etxean eserita nengoela elegia bat idatzi nahirik, luma marraskatzen errimaren bila, halako batean, Shvabrinek gelako leihoa jo zuen.