In his short Red life, Comrade Kustov was endlessly distressed about treason, which one moment is winking at us from the window, the next is making fun of the coarse proletariat. But the proletariat, Comrades, knows full well how coarse treason is, and we are pained by that, our soul is burning, and its fire tears our bodily prison to pieces.
Bere bizialdi gorri laburrean kamarada Kustov mugarik gabe larritzen zen traizioaren kariaz; traizioak batzuetan keinu egiten digu leihotxo baten atzetik eta besteetan adarra jotzen die proletario trauskilei.