کات!
گۆڕانکاری بەسەر مرۆڤەکاندا دێنێت.
بەڵام سیمایەک کە لەوانمان هەیە
وەک خۆی ڕادەگرێ..

هیچ شتێک پڕ ژانتر لەو ناکۆکیەی نێوان ئاڵوگۆڕی مرۆڤەکان و
وەک خۆمانەوەی بیرەوەرییەکان نییە...!

Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility, that one felt it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly.

"This torture inflicted on her by my great-aunt, the sight of my grandmother's vain entreaties, of her feeble attempts, doomed in advance, to remove the liqueur-glass from my grandfather's hands — all these were things of the sort to which, in later years, one can grow so accustomed as to smile at them and to take the persecutor's side resolutely and cheerfully enough to persuade oneself that it is not really persecution; but in those days they filled me with such horror that I longed to strike my great-aunt. And yet, as soon as I heard her "Bathilde! Come in and stop your husband drinking brandy," in my cowardice I became at once a man, and did what all we grown men do when face to face with suffering and injustice: I preferred not to see them."