一那个星期天的十点三十分,圣使徒教区的教堂杂役来到那波利老教堂门口,猛烈地敲起一口很响的大银钟。他靠在笨重的老橡木门柱上,拉着钟绳,使钟不断地发出洪亮的声音,告诉杰洛罗米尼街、浮特柯里的格罗泰·代拉·玛拉胡同、圣使徒广场和拉·格拉代尔一带的善男信女,隆重纪念圣灵降临节的大弥撒即将开始。突然,钟声住了,杂役却还是站在门口,每隔几分钟就对着空荡荡的广场说上一遍:“快快进来,弥撒马上要开始了。” 可是那些在自己店铺紧闭的窗子前走来走去的女商人,那些到厨房去把煨在蕃茄汁里的大块肉再看上一眼的家庭主妇,那些还在 On that Sunday at ten thirty, the chapel of the Holy Apostolic Patriarchate came to the door of the old Napoli church and violently knocked on a loud silver bell. He leaned against the bulky old oak doorpost, pulling the bell, making the bell continually make a loud voice, telling Jeronimolini Street, the Grotte de la Mara alley in Float, the Holy Apostles’ Square and La Grandell, the grand mass of men dedicated to the anniversary of Pentecost, is about to begin. Suddenly, the bells lived, the maids were still standing in the doorway, and said to the empty square every few minutes: “Come in quickly, the mass begins soon. ” But those in their own shop closed The women who came and went in front of the window, the housewives who came to the kitchen and looked at the big pieces of meat simmering in the tomato juice, those still