“要是你知道这是世界的最后一夜,你会做什么?”“我会做什么?你是认真的?”“对,认真的。”“我不知道——我没想过。”她把银咖啡壶的手柄转向他,将两个杯子放在他们的碟子上。他倒了些咖啡。远处,在绿色防风灯的灯光下两个小女孩在客厅的地毯上玩积木。夜晚的空气中有一股安逸、洁净的煮咖啡的香味。“唔,最好开始考虑这个问题。”他说。“你不是这个意思吧?”他妻子说。他点点头。“战争?”他摇摇头。“不是氢弹或原子弹吧?” “” “What do I do? Are you serious? ” “Right, serious. ” “I do not know - I do not know Unexpectedly. ”She turned the handle of the silver coffee maker to him and placed the two cups on their plates. He poured some coffee. In the distance, two little girls play building blocks on the carpet in the living room under the light of a green windshield. There is a cozy, clean smell of coffee in the air at night. “Well, it’s best to start thinking about it.” “He said. ”You do not mean it?“ His wife said. He nodded. ”War? “ He shook his head. ”Not a hydrogen bomb or an atomic bomb?"