今天是父亲第一次带卡佳上剧院。父女俩第一个走进了剧场大厅。枝形吊灯、镶着红丝绒的包厢座位、若明若暗地闪动着光泽的大幕,使卡佳那颗隐藏在咖啡色外衣下的幼小心脏似乎一下子停止了跳动。“我们有票吗?”她怯生生地问。“有的。”父亲说,“就在这儿,第一排。”“有座号吗?”“有座号。”“那我们坐下吧。要不,你又会像上次在公园里那样把我丢掉的。你准会。” Today is the first time my father took Katya to the theater. Father and daughter walked into the theater hall first. Chandeliers, red velvet box seats, Ruoyouruang flash with a shiny curtain, so that card Katya hidden under the brown jacket under the young heart seems suddenly stopped beating. “Do we have tickets?” She asked sheepishly. “” Father said, “Right here, in the first row. ” “Is there a seat?” “There is a seat. ” "Then let’s sit down. You’ll throw me away again as you did in the park last time.