一切都非常混乱;鉄路交通,人們的情緒,食品供应……就是明天吗?还要再过一个冬天嗎?这情况还耍繼續一个月?还是一个世紀呢?和平的希望好象一把宝劍似的悬在我們头上……主妇們也不打扫屋子了,也不煮湯了,大家就吃冷食,喝点什么果子汁;作家们也不写文章了,因为也許有出版檢查,也許沒有;工厂缺少原料,厂主怕抓人,工人都半失业了。农民們仰着头收割, Everything is very chaotic; 鉄 Road traffic, people’s emotions, food supply ...... Is it tomorrow? Another winter? This situation should continue for a month? Or a century? Hope of peace seems like a sword Like hanging in our heads ... ... the housewives did not clean the house, nor the soup, we eat cold food, drink what fruit juice; writers do not write the article, because there may be publishing inspection, maybe not The lack of raw materials factory, factory owners afraid of arrest, workers are half-unemployed. Peasants turned their heads to harvest,