He advances to the great encounter, and impulsively cries, "Forward, my sons!"-cries it without reflecting that he may be spoiling the plan of the general attack, that millions of rifles may be protruding their muzzles through the embrasures of the impregnable, towering walls of the fortress, that his own impotent assault may be destined to be dissipated like dust before the wind, and that already there may have been launched on its whistling career the bullet which is to close for ever his vociferous throat.
daratulu handi batez egin ditu begiak; eta horrelaxe jaurti du mundura, batere leundu gabe, esanez: "Bizi hadi!". Bada, horrelakoxea zen Sobakevitxen aurpegia ere, mardula, zarpaila, landu gabea;