but I only saw Pechorin once in my life-on the high-road-and, consequently, I cannot cherish towards him that inexplicable hatred, which, hiding its face under the mask of friendship, awaits but the death or misfortune of the beloved object to burst over its head in a storm of reproaches, admonitions, scoffs and regrets.
horrenbestez, ezin dut haren aldera sentitu adiskidetasunaren mozorropean ezkutaturik egon ohi den gorroto ulergaitz hori, zeina lagun hurkoaren heriotzaren edo ezbeharraren zain baitago haren buru gainera gaitzespen, aholku, iseka eta auhen jasa batez oldartzeko, txingor-erauntsiaren antzera.