and it was no longer in lightness of heart, but with sullen anger that I aimed blows at the trees of Roussainville wood, from among which no more living creatures made their appearance than if they had been trees painted on the stretched canvas background of a panorama, when, unable to resign myself to having to return home without having held in my arms the woman I so greatly desired, I was yet obliged to retrace my steps towards Combray, and to admit to myself that the chance of her appearing in my path grew smaller every moment.
eta engoitik ez alaitasunez, amorruz baizik, jotzen nituen Roussainvilleko basoko zuhaitzak, haietatik izaki bizidunik sortzen ez zelako, panorama baten oihalean margoturiko zuhaitzak ziruditelako, eta, hain irrikatua nuèn emakume hura besoen artean besarkatu ezinaz ezin etsi arren, azkenean, etsi-etsian, etxera itzuli behar, Combrayko bideari lotu behar berriro, neure artean hausnarkor harekin bidean topo egitea zeinen gertakizun miragarria, zeinen halabehar gertagaitza izango zatekeen nolanahi ere.