“在下雨吗?保利塔。”我睡眼惺忪地问道。“昨天晚上下了一整夜,先生。”她说着把一杯热气腾腾的咖啡小心翼翼地放在了床头柜上。随后,她抄着手呆立在窗前,透过玻璃望着雨帘后面铅灰色的天空。我从床上影影绰绰地看见树木被凛冽的北风吹弯了腰,团团黑云迅疾南驰,雾霭之中,青翠而 “It’s raining? Pauli.” I asked sleepily. “All night, sir, last night, sir,” she said, carefully placing a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand. She then copied her hand and stood in front of the window, looking through the glass at the lead-gray sky behind the rain curtain. From the shadow of the bed, I saw the trees were bent over by the biting northern wind, the swiftly moving clouds in the darkness, the haze and the verdure