One lady, the wife of a café proprietor, who lived with him for a whole fortnight until her husband came for her and took her home, embroidered for him a delightful table runner, put monograms on all his underclothing and might indeed perhaps have completed the embroidery of the wall hangings, if her husband had not destroyed the idyll.
Bada, andre hark bi asteotan mahairako zapi maitagarri bat bordatu, galtzontzilo guztietan inizialak ezarri, eta agian hormako tapiza bukatuko zuen, senarrak idilio hura suntsitu ez balu.