一您也许还记得五年以前看见过那么一个人,他岁数不太大,戴着一顶没有边的白色高顶帽,穿着毛料裤子、短上衣和一件汗衫,甚至在七月中旬,当年轻的姑娘们都穿着日本式的无袖单衣的时候,他也从不肯脱下他那一身穿戴。黄昏时候,他常常挤在一群群青年男女中,在林荫大道上来回蹓跶。那个人就是我,哈德里斯村的乔博·拉布西。那会儿也不知为什么,我总一心贪图着安逸快活,而且认为除了地拉那,任何其他城市都不能给我这么好的机会。再说,我在那儿也的确过得很舒服,因为我有一个侄儿薪金很高,他居住在拉纳河边的一所灰色的公寓房子里。不仅当我住在地拉那的时候他殷勤地招待我,而且每当我想回到村子里去看看的时候,也总要给我许多礼物带走。 You may remember the same person you saw five years ago, not too old, wearing a white topless hat, woolen pants, a blouse and a sweatshirt, even in mid-July When young girls are wearing Japanese-style sleeveless uniforms, he never refused to take off his one to wear. At dusk, he often crowds in a group of young men and women, wandering back and forth on the Boulevard. That person is myself, Qiaobobu Buxi of Hadrians village. I did not know why at that moment, and I was always trying to be comfortable and happy, and I thought that no city other than Tirana could give me such a good chance. And again, I did feel comfortable there because I had a high salary for my nephew, who lives in a gray apartment house on the banks of the Lana River. He entertained me not only when I was in Tirana, but whenever I wanted to go back to the village and see it, I always had to give me many gifts.