原文小鹌鹑我现在给你们讲个故事。这是我亲身经历的,那时我10岁。那是个夏天。当时我跟父亲住在南俄罗斯一个田庄里。田庄周围好几里都是草原。附近没有树林子,也没有河,只有一些不深的冲沟长满灌木,像绿色的长蛇一样在各处切断平坦的草原。在这些冲沟底下潺潺流着溪水。在有些地方,就在陡坡下面,可以看见一些清泉泉水像眼泪一般晶莹。一些脚踩出来的小径通到清泉这里。泉水边湿漉漉的泥地上杂乱地印满了小鸟和小动物的脚迹。它们和人一样,也需要清水。 The original quail I now tell you a story. This is my personal experience, when I was 10 years old. That is summer. At that time I lived with my father in a farm in southern Russia. Several miles around the village are grasslands. No woods nor rivers were near, and only a few not-so-deep gulches were covered with shrubs, cutting flat grasslands everywhere, like green snakes. Under these gutters gurgling streams. In some places, just below the steep slopes, you can see some clear springs like crystal clear tears. Some foot out of the path to the clear spring here. Spring wet muddy ground cluttered with small birds and small animals footprint. Like people, they also need water.