小公园的长凳上,坐着一位个儿不高的白胡子老头儿。他正用伞在沙土上画着什么。“坐开一点儿。”巴甫立克对他说,接着便在他身边坐了下来。老头儿看了小男孩那张气得通红的脸一眼,往旁边挪动了一下,说:“你怎么了?”“没怎么!你呢?”巴甫立克斜了老头儿一眼。“我没什么。倒是你现在又喊又叫,又流泪。是和 Small park bench, sitting a tall white bearded old man. He is painting something on the sand with an umbrella. ”Sitting a little. “ Babu Rick said to him, then sat down beside him. The old man looked at the boy’s angry red face and moved it to the side and said: ”What’s the matter with you?“ ”No, how are you?“ ”Babu Ruddy dialed the old man . "I’m fine, but you’re shouting and crying now, and weeping