and along the entire road to the city the powerful figure of black-bearded Mikhaïl with his torn shirt, his hands bound behind his back, his disheveled head, clothed in wrath and faith in his truth, stood out before her on the drab background of the gray day.
Eta hirirako bidaldi guztian, egun grisaren hondo argi-ilunean, aurrean ageri zitzaion Mikhailen irudia, sendo, bizar-beltz, alkandora maiztua soinean, eskuak bizkar atzean uztarturik, burua txima-jario, amorruz eta bere egiari buruzko fedez beteta.