At times bending over, she plucked a field flower, and with light touches of her slender, agile fingers, she fondly stroked the quivering petals and hummed quietly and prettily.
Batzuetan, zalutasunez makurtu, basalore bat hartu eta, atzamar mehe armez leunki laztanduz, samurki begiratzen zien petalo dardaratiei.