在一间渔家的小屋里,渔妇冉娜在灯前织补一张旧帆。屋外,风在呼啸,轰鸣的海浪冲击着岸崖,溅起阵阵浪花……海上正起着风暴,外面又黑又冷。但在这间渔家的小屋里,却暖和而舒适。土铺的地面扫得干干净净,炉子里还燃着余烬,搁板上的碗碟被映得闪闪发光。在挂着白色帐子的床上,5个孩子正在大海风暴的呼啸声中安静地睡着。 In a fisherman’s cabanas, the fisherwoman Ranna dats an old sail in front of the lamp. Outside, the wind whistling, the roaring waves impact the shore cliff, splashing waves spray ... ... The sea is storm, the outside is dark and cold. But in this fisherman’s cabin, it is warm and comfortable. The paved floor was swept clean and the embers were still burning in the stove, and the dishes on the shelves were shimmering. Five children were asleep quietly in the whistling of a sea storm in a bed with white drapes.