Suddenly Arkady comes up to me and silently, with an expression of such tender compassion, very gently, as if I were a little child, takes my book away and places another one in front of me, a German one...
Bat-batean, Arkadi inguratu zaidak, eta, hitzik esan gabe, halako erruki samur bat aurpegian, emeki, umea banintz bezala, liburu hori eskuetatik kendu eta beste bat eman zidak, alemaniarra...