After supper he flung the dishes from the table-if his wife was not quick enough to remove them in time-put a bottle of whisky before him, and leaning his back against the wall, began in a hoarse voice that spread anguish about him to bawl a song, his mouth wide open and his eyes closed.
Afalostean, emazteak ez bazuen baxera garaiz jasotzen, mahaitik lurrera botatzen zituen ontziak, botila bete vodka aurrean paratu eta, bizkarra hormaren kontra jarrita, uluka kantatzen hasten zen, tristura sortarazten zuen ahots lodiz, ahoa zabal-zabalik eta begiak itxita.