小菲利克斯十分清楚每幢房子里有多少订户:到哪家该敲门,哪一户门上有电铃,他都心中有数。他天天进出那一幢幢高楼大厦,可并不了解那里面居民的生活。他每每听见的只是些陌生人的谈话和从漂亮的楼房里传来的震耳的关门声以及撕破喉咙的吵闹声,就好象父亲喝醉酒回到家里大吼大叫,说饭是冷的,他决不吃这猪食一样的东西。有时,菲利克斯只消把报纸往信箱中一插就行了,但有的报纸需送往住在四、五楼的人家,他因此又不得不去爬那一座座象山峰似的高楼。 Little Felix knew exactly how many subscribers were in each house: where to knock the door, which door had bells, and he knew everything. Every day he goes in and out of that tall building, but he does not understand the life inside. He often heard only strangers talk and the deafening door-to-door squeaking and tear-throating noise from his beautiful building, just as his father was drunk and returned home yelling that he was cold He will never eat this pig food thing. Sometimes, Felix simply put a newspaper in his mailbox, but some of the papers were sent to people living on the fourth and fifth floor, so he had to climb up a mountain-like tower.