当尼克拐入那条穿过果园的路时,雨停了。园子收摘过了,秋风吹过光秃秃的果树。尼克停下来,从路边捡起一只“瓦格纳”苹果,那果子在湿漉漉的枯黄的草丛里闪闪发光。他把那只苹果放进厚呢子的短大衣里。穿过果园,路一直延伸到山顶。那儿有一座茅舍。门廊光秃秃的,烟囱里冒着烟,屋后是汽车间、鸡舍和一圈次生林,那些树木 The rain stopped as Nick rolled into the road through the orchard. Garden received over the autumn wind blew the bare fruit trees. Nick stopped to pick up a “Wagner” apple from the curb, the fruit glittering in the wet yellow grass. He put the apple into the thick coat of thick woolen clothes. Across the orchard, the road stretches to the top of the hill. There is a cottage there. Porch was bare, smoking in the chimney, the rear of the car, chicken coop and a circle of secondary forest, those trees