It was Saturday; and Marcovaldo spent his free half-day circling the bed of dirt with an absent air, keeping an eye on the street-cleaner in the distance and on the mushrooms, and calculating how much time they needed to ripen.
Larunbata zen; eta Marcovaldok lanegun libre erdia eman zuen lore-sailaren jiran arretagabe itxuraz, kale-garbitzailea eta zizak urrundik begiz jota, eta kontuak eginez azken hauek hazteko beharko zuten denboraz.