男人走进房间,忽然停下脚步,因为门口有一股奇怪的气味:闷不通风的羽绒被、腐烂的花和旧衣服。“您只管进来吧。”她说道,除下外套。“那么这就是你的公寓喽,克拉拉。”他四下打量着。他是个块头不大的小伙子,瘦削,但是有肚子,当然了,几乎看不出他的年纪。他也除去外套和帽子,一顶非常旧、完全不时髦的帽子。他随身穿着破旧的衣服,裤子的裤管过宽,后腿磨得都发亮了。他拎起它们,走了进来。 The man walked into the room and suddenly stopped because the door had a weird smell: stuffy duvet, decaying flowers and old clothes. “Just come in. ” She said, removing the jacket. “Then this is your apartment, Clara.” He looked around. He is a lumpy boy, thin, but with a belly, of course, almost can not see his age. He also removed his coat and hat, a very old, totally non-fashionable hat. He was wearing worn clothes, his trouser legs were too wide and his back legs were polished. He picked them up and walked in.