那一年——一九四六年——冬天迟迟不肯离去,尽管已是四月,凛冽的寒风仍在城市的街道上肆虐,带雪的云层在头顶上的天空中移过。一个名叫德累奥里的老人艰难地沿着理沃里路的人行道蹒跚前行。他又冷又痛苦,象只刺猬似的蜷缩在肮脏的黑大衣里,只有 That year - 1946 - the winter was too late to leave, even though it was April, and the bitter cold winds were still raging in the streets of the city, and the snow-covered clouds moved over overhead skies . An old man named Drey Oliu struggled to walk along the sidewalks of Rowwali Road. He was cold and painful, curled up in a dirty black coat like a hedgehog, only