Many years had elapsed during which nothing of Combray, save what was comprised in the theatre and the drama of my going to bed there, had any existence for me, when one day in winter, as I came home, my mother, seeing that I was cold, offered me some tea, a thing I did not ordinarily take.
Urte asko ziren jadanik, niretzat, Combraytik, nire oheratze-orduko antzerki eta dramaz beste ezer existitzen ez zela, noiz-eta, neguko egun batez, etxera itzultzean, amak, hotzak nengoela ikusirik, te pixka bat hartzea proposatu baitzidan, horretarako ohiturarik ez nuen arren.