Cabbage soup trickled down Shevelyov's face, the spoon clanked against his sparkling, dead teeth, and bullets sang with growing mournfulness and force through the dense expanses of the night.
burrunban ari zen koilara haren hortz dirdiratsu hiletan; eta balek gero eta larrituago, gero eta bortitzago, abesten zuten gaupeko ordoki sarrietan. -Zizpaz egiten dute tiro, narrasak halakoak!