有段时间,我和铁车对俄苏文学产生了浓厚的兴趣。我们一口气读完了《战争与和平》、《静静的顿河》、《地下室手记》、《鱼王》、《生活的故事》、《叶尔绍夫兄弟》、《铁木尔和他的伙伴》……这么说吧,我们读完了身边所能读到、所能找到的所有俄苏文学作品。没想到,那些文字以不可抗拒的力量对我和铁车的心灵产生了作用:渐渐地,我们开始对那个寒冷、 For a time, I and the train had a great interest in Russian literature. We read “War and Peace”, “Quiet Flows,” “Basement Notes,” “Fish King,” “The Story of Life,” “The Brothers of Yeltsov,” “Timur and his Companion ”... so to speak, we have read all the Russian-Soviet literature that we can read around and find. Unexpectedly, those words exerted an irresistible force on me and the train’s heart: Gradually, we began to feel the cold,