"My God, how nice it all is!" thought Nikolai Petrovich, and just as his favorite lines of poetry were about to come to his lips, he remembered Arkady and his Stoff und Kraft-and remained silent; but he continued sitting there, giving way to melancholy and the comforting play of solitary reflection.
"Ene Jainkoa, hau edertasuna!", pentsatu zuen Nikolai Petrovitxek, eta bere bertsorik gogokoenak etorri zitzaizkion ezpainetara; Arkadiz eta Stoff und Kraft liburuaz gogoratu zen, ordea, eta isildu egin zen, baina eseririk jarraitu zuen, pentsamendu bakartien jolas mingarri eta aldi berean atseginari emana.