我醒来时,天正下着雪。我知道外面在下雪,因为屋里有一种白茫茫的感觉,外面悄无声息,听不到街上嘈杂的脚步车,连汽车轮胎擦地而过的声音也没有,只有汽车引擎开动的声响。我抬头看见身穿绿色晨衣的乔治,正弯着腰在窗前的煤油炉上煮咖啡。“下雪了。”我说。“天真冷,”乔治应声道,“冷极了。”我下了床,从门口取回晨报。外面真冷,我赶紧跑回来跳上床钻进被窝,一动不动地躺了一会,同时把双手放在两腿间焐着。 When I woke up, it was snowing. I know the snow outside, because there is a white feeling in the house, outside quietly, can not hear the noisy street scooters, even the car tire rubbed the sound, there is only the sound of the engine of the car. I looked up and saw George in a green dressing gown, bending over and making coffee on a kerosene stove in front of the window. “It’s snowing,” I said. “Naive,” George said, “cold.” I got out of bed and retrieved the morning paper from the door. Outside really cold, I quickly ran back to bed and got into bed, lying motionless for a while, his hands on his legs twitching.