Marcovaldo, his nose in the air, sniffed the smell of the rain, a smell-for him-already of woods and fields, and he pursued with his mind some vague memories.
Marcovaldok, gora begira, euri usaina dastatzen zuen, ordurako baso eta zelai usain bihurtua-bere ustez-, eta buruan hainbat oroitzapen zerabilzkien.