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城堡的门口站着一位失明的姑娘,在用笛子吹着一支印第安乐曲。有辆载着外国旅游者的大轿车在她附近停下来,导游拿着大喇叭在吩咐些什么。从大轿车上下来一群日本人,到处拍照,还有一个人打开半导体收音机大声放着一段什么难听的小调。盲姑娘和笛子声几乎被这嘈杂声淹没,但她还在继续演奏。雅库普站在附近,他很喜欢这音乐,盲姑娘的那股固执劲儿也使他感动。也许这不是什么固执,而是出于绝望。他相当喜欢这个小姑娘。她长着一头铜色秀发,脸色近乎苍白,眼睛微微眯着,
There was a blind girl standing in front of the castle, playing an Indian song with a flute. A large car carrying a foreign tourist stopped near her and the guide told him with a megaphone. A group of Japanese people came down from the limousine, photographed everywhere, and a man opened the semiconductor radio loudly for some unpleasant minor. Blind girl and flute sound almost flooded by this noise, but she is still playing. Yakup stood nearby, he liked the music very much, and the stubborn young girl who made him moved. Perhaps this is not stubborn, but out of desperation. He quite like this little girl. She had a copper hair, his face pale, his eyes slightly squinted,