一个明媚的夏日,格特鲁德在教堂做礼拜,她双手捧着赞美诗集,身子稍稍前倾,神情有些忧郁。她脸色发白,三十岁上下,厚厚的金发,蓝色的大眼睛半睁着,长时间地凝视着圣坛台阶的最下部。她不愿往高处看,因为神父的儿子站在圣坛旁边。他体格健壮,肩膀宽阔。今天,他和他父亲到这个山沟里的教堂来做司仪,他是最近从山那边的 A bright summer, Gertrude worship in the church, her hands holding a hymn poetry, body slightly forward, look a bit melancholy. Her face was white, thirty or so, thick blond hair, large blue eyes wide open, long time staring at the lowest part of the steps of the altar. She did not want to look aloft, because the priest’s son stood by the altar. He is physically fit and has a wide shoulder. Today, he and his father came to the chapel in this ravine to be a master of ceremonies. He was recently from the side of the mountain