Treason, I tell you, Comrade Investigator Burdenko, grins at us from the window, treason creeps in its socks through our house, treason has flung its boots over its shoulders, so that the floorboards of the house it is about to ransack will not creak.
Baina proletarioek, kamaradok, badakite, jakin ere, trauskilak direla, eta hori mingarria zaigu oso; arima goritu eta bere suarekin txiki-txiki egiten du gorputzaren kartzela...