邮递员科尔巴巴先生对他自己的工作干厌了:他说邮递员整天东奔西跑,左转右转,鞋掌走破了,鞋跟走坏了;每天要走29735步,其中要上下8249级楼梯,送的老是些印刷品、汇票和一些微不足道的东西,它们能给人什么快乐呢?有一回,科尔巴巴先生在邮局里闷闷不乐地坐在火炉旁边,坐着坐着就睡着了。到了6点钟,邮局的门就锁上了,所有的邮局职员全都分头回家了,光剩下科尔巴巴先生—个人给锁在里面睡他的大觉。 Postmaster Mr. Colbaban disgusted with his own work: he said the postman all day running around, turn left and turn right, the shoe palm is broken, the heel goes bad; every day to go 29,735 steps, of which to go up and down 8,249 At one level, Mr. Colebab sat sullenly in the post office beside the stove, sat down, and fell asleep at the staircase, sending prints, drafts and some insignificant things. . By 6 o’clock, the post office door was locked, and all the post office staff went home, leaving Mr. Colbabar alone - the one who gave him the lock to sleep inside.