As if suddenly regretting the' lessons and homework just done with, we found no better place to meet as a rule than the big entrance hall, where we hung about in the cool, crypt-like gloom, standing before the big white sheets of paper with the results on them, fascinated by our names and those of our friends, which, when we read them like that, set down in beautiful handwriting under glass, behind a light wire grating, never ceased to amaze us.
Klaseen eta egin beharreko lanen garai doi-doi amaituak oroiminez gogoratuko bagenitu bezala, institutuko atalondoa baino leku hobeagorik ez genuen aurkitzen elkartzeko. Bebarruan gelditzen ginen, kripta bat bezain zabal, fresko eta erdi-iluna zen leku hartan, azken nota zeukaten orri zuri handien aurrean pilatuta, liluraturik geure izenak eta lagunenak irakurtzean, kristal ostean eta burdinsare mehe baten bestaldean, kaligrafia ederrez idatzita, eta horregatik harrigarri beti.