In front of the hives, flickering before his eyes and circling and fluttering over the same spot, played bees and drones, and between them flew the working bees always to or from the wood with the blossoming lime trees, fetching and bringing back their loads.
A la entrada de las colmenas revoloteaban nubes de abejas y de zánganos, mientras las obreras volaban hacia el bosque atraídas por los tilos en flor y regresaban cargadas del dulce néctar.