潮湿清新的空气从敞开的窗子吹进来,夹杂着烟草花的气味和成熟了的苹果的幽香。沃洛佳坐在桌旁读书,做着笔记。他时而离开书本,倾听着花园里蝈蝈吱吱的叫声。有一只小鸟也不时地懒洋洋地啼叫几声。煤油灯周围有些小虫、蚊子、夜蛾在飞来飞去,翅膀撞在玻璃灯罩上烫伤了就跌落 The damp, fresh air blown in from the open window, mixed with the smell of tobacco flowers and the scent of ripe apples. Volokar sat at the table reading, making notes. He sometimes leaves the book, listening to the squawking noise in the garden. A bird screams lazily from time to time. Some insects around kerosene lamps, mosquitoes, night moths flying around, the wings hit the glass lamp on the scalded and dropped