脚步在阁楼的门口停下了,他发现室内的陈设跟他当年离开时一样,作业本整齐地堆在桌子上,蝴蝶标本粘满了墙壁,还有墙上的画。霎时,他满脑子都是过往的年少时光。1马洛夫狂奔了几天,来到了桑德小镇的郊外,多年前他曾从此路过。这里人烟稀少,是个很好的藏匿地点,此时他肚子已饿得咕咕直叫。离得很远就看到一栋孤零零的破败小木楼。马洛夫来到楼前趴在木门处,往里面张望。 Footsteps stopped at the entrance of the attic. He noticed that the furnishings were indoors the same as when he left, the work neatly piled on the table, the butterfly specimens stuck to the walls, and the paintings on the walls. In an instant, he was full of youth in his early years. 1 Malov ran for a few days, came to the outskirts of Sande town, many years ago he had passed by. Sparsely populated here, is a good hiding place, when his stomach has been starved cooing. A long way to see a solitary dilapidated wooden floor. Mallow came to the building lying on the wooden door, looking inside.