他们在布斯纳克广场电车站下了电车,沿着市场的道旁走着。这是一个寒冷的晚上,天空一片蔚蓝色,市场的临时摊棚的棚顶盖上了一层薄薄的结了冰的雪花,路灯象是从天空俯冲下来的星星,撒放着淡黄色的光辉。那个女人翻起了皮大衣的衣领,象乘摩托车时那样,用头巾将头部直到脖子紧紧地围住,然后在喉部把头巾的两端结好。 “现在刚好是九点一刻。”她说道:因为她抬头看见那电钟的指针正好在转动。“我们到里面去喝杯咖啡吧!。” They got off the tram at Busnick Square Tram and walked along the market. It was a cold night with a blue sky. The roof of the temporary shelves of the market was covered with a thin layer of iced snowflakes. The street lights were like stars dived down from the sky with yellowish Brilliant. The woman turned up the collar of the fur coat and, as in a motorcycle, she kept her head tightly around her neck with a headscarf, and then knit both ends of her head scarf in the larynx. “Now it was just past nine o’clock. ” She said: Because she looked up and saw the pointer of the electric clock just turning. “Let’s go inside for a cup of coffee! ”