At my final judgment!' I tell him, and look at Nikitinsky with fake cheerfulness. But he no longer has any eyes-there are now two cannonballs in the middle of his face, ready and in position under his forehead, and with these crystal balls he winks at me, also with fake cheerfulness, but so abominably.
jaunak, ordea, jadanik ez du begirik, puxika batzuk baino ez ditu aurpegiaren erdian, puxikok bekokipeko zuloetan sartu izan balizkiote bezala. Keinu egiten dit kristalezko puxika horiekin, alai itxuraz beti ere, baina izuturik oso.