莫斯科的一条大街上,一个衣衫褴褛的盲人沿街乞讨。他胸前挂着一块纸牌,上面写着:“可怜可怜我吧,我是个瞎子。”行色匆匆的路人看了牌子上的字并不同情,很少施舍。一天,诗人普希金从这条街上路过。盲人死死拽住他的衣袖,不停地哀求道:“先生, On a street in Moscow, a ragged blind man begged along the street. There was a card hanging on his chest with the words: “Pity, pity me, I am a blind man.” Hurried passers-by looked at the words on the sign without sympathy and severance. One day, the poet Pushkin passed by this street. Blind people grabbed his sleeves, kept begging: "Sir,