while passing by litter through the narrow streets of the town of Tibur and before the small summer house which had once belonged to my mother-in-law Matidia, I thought bitterly of some nights of a summer long ago, when I had tried in vain to arouse some amorous feeling for this young bride so harsh and so cold.
Tibur hiriko karrika estuetan barrena etxerantz literan ninderamatèn bitartean, garai batean nire amaginarreba Matidiarena izana zèn atseden-etxe apalaren aurretik igarotzerakoan, mingostasunez ekarri nituen gogora uda urrun bateko arrats haiek, emazte hotz eta gozakaitz haren ondoan plazera bilatzen alferrik saiatu izan nintzenekoak.