One poor boy an airman, head bandaged, was weeping in the stalls bar, comforted by an older man - once blonde, now grey, parchment skin and dainty hands - who went on saying, "There, there, Evelyn, it's only a play."
Mutil gajo bat abiadore bat, burua bendatua duena negarrez ari zen antzerkiko tabernan zaharrago batek kontsolamendua ematen ziola lehen ilehori, orain ile grisa, pergaminozko azal eta esku ahul esan eta esan ari zena, "Tira, Evelyn, obra bat baino ez da. "