一 季申斯克农贸市场花市的一个长木头架子旁边,有位身材瘦小的老太太在不慌不忙非常自信地踱着步。她两颊通红,仿佛涂了胭脂,眼睛里闪着蓝色的光泽,很讨人喜欢。如果有人走近她那些摆得整整齐齐的铁皮罐罐,想知道贴在罐罐上的纸条上潦草的铅笔字写的是什么,老太太就会慢条斯理地、仔仔细细地讲给他听,就象是翻译一种 Next to a long wooden shelf in the flower market of Shennank Market, a tall, thin lady paced with confidence with no hesitation. Her cheeks flushed, as if painted with rouge, eyes shining blue luster, very lovable. If anyone approached her tin cans that were neatly placed and wondered what the squiggles of pencils were on the notes on the jars, the old lady would tell him slowly and carefully Listen, it’s like a translation