一位老人坐在靠近大门口的凳子上。只要有人走近,他便叫喊: “……请别打扰我们的住宅!” 这一家是单幢小屋,有三个房间,一间厨房,两间阁楼。花园里的树木是光秃秃的,青草都被寒霜冻死了,就连用作牧草也不行了。老人当然不是在看守冻草,但是他从不擅离岗位一步,尽管这会儿天色已晚,然而他仍旧静静地坐在那儿,只要有人走近,他便叫喊: “……请别打扰我们的住宅!” 假如有任何敌军的士兵在他家的大门口停下来,他便站起来,摘下他那油腻的绿色便帽,说是他家里有死人。 An old man sat on a stool near the gate. As soon as anyone approached, he shouted: “... Please do not disturb our home!” This is a single-family cottage with three rooms, a kitchen and two lofts. The trees in the garden are bare, the grass is frostbite to death, and even forage grass is not alright. Of course, the elderly are not guarding the frozen grass, but he never flew off the job. Although it was late in the day, he was still sitting quietly. As soon as someone approached, he shouted: Bother our home! "If any enemy soldier stopped at the gate of his house, he rose and took off his greasy green cap, saying there was a dead man in his house.