大厅里的灯熄灭了,本市以“三个小若拉”著称的三位餐厅乐师——鼓手、小提琴手、钢琴家奏起了迎宾曲。从敞开的、闪烁着磷火的门外,一个燃着火苗的大蛋糕,宛若一束金光灿烂的鲜花,向庄严肃穆的、黑洞洞的大厅飘然而入。一枝枝蜡烛的火苗犹如金色的谷粒在跳跃,红光象在洞穴里一样微弱,空中的玻璃灯坠儿斑驳闪耀,一个上了年纪的服务员的苏格拉底式前额……生日蛋糕上插着六十枝蜡烛。多么壮观啊!长着苏格拉底式前额的服务员把颤动的蛋糕摆在 The lights in the hall went out. The city’s three restaurant musicians known as the “Three Little Jorrah” - drummers, violinists and pianists played the welcome song. From the open, glittering Phosphorus fire door, a burning flame cake, like a bouquet of golden flowers, to the solemn, dark hall floating into the sky. The flame of a branch of a candle leaped like a golden grain, and the red light was as faint as in a cave. The glass lantern in the sky was mottled and shimmering. A Socratic forehead of an old waiter ... stuck on the birthday cake Sixty candles. What a magnificent ah! Waiter with a Socratic forehead curd cake