前厅响起门铃声,老人不情愿地离开暖融融的屋子前去开门。他瘦高个,头上怕冷戴着小黑圆帽,脚上套着能使瘦骨嶙峋的高大身躯感到温暖的毡靴。也许这又是来看电表的,或是房管会来发什么通知。他半打开门,疑惑地打量不速之客:眼前是个男孩,头戴护耳皮帽,提着一大捆书,压得他歪着身子。“请问,您有什么事?”老人问道,他不高兴有人没事总来打扰。 The bell ringing in the lobby, the elderly reluctantly left the warm room to open the door before. He was tall and thin, with a dark cap on his head and a warm felt padded boots on his feet. Perhaps this is to look at the meter, or the Housing Authority will send any notice. He half-opened the door, looked at the unknowable doubts: an immediate boy, wearing a fur cap, carrying a large bundle of books, pressing him tilted body. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” Asked the old man, who was not happy to disturb him.