That's where the shouts and yells of the twenty houses round about crash and rebound, even the cries of the concierges' little birds, rotting away as they pipe for the spring they will never see in their cages beside the privies, which are all clustered together out at the dark end with their ill-fitting, banging doors.
Han, bueltako hogei etxeetako oihuak, deiak, erori, kaskaildu, eta bote eginda berriz gora joaten ziren, baita atezainen txoriño etsiak ere, han egoten baitziren beren kaioletan lizuntzen, berriz ikusiko ez duten udaberriari txioka, komunaren aldamenean, komunak denak pilatuta egoten baitira hortxe ilunpe zoko hartan, ateak beti kolokan eta zintzilik dauzkatela.