[参考译文]“你是谁?”弗兰克向刚刚走进屋来的鲁丝问道。她叹了口气,轻轻地挨着他坐到床边,双手握住他那只枯朽的手。他踌躇地缩回身子,想躲开她,眼中充满了畏惧。“我是鲁丝,你的妻子,”她说,她尽力挤出一丝优雅的微笑,拍拍他的手。 “弗兰克,我们已经结婚43年了。”“不。”弗兰克用力地摇了摇头,“不,我不认识你。”鲁丝点点头,闭上眼睛。最近的几个月,他们每天都要重复这样的谈话。弗兰克的疾病倒没有严重摧残 [Translation] “Who are you?” Frank asked Ruth, who had just entered the house. She sighed, gently glared at him and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding both his decayed hands with both hands. He shrugged back and tried to hide from her. His eyes were full of fear. “I’m Ruth, your wife,” she said. She tried to squeeze an elegant smile and patted his hand. “Frank, we’ve been married for 43 years.” “No.” Frank shook his head hard. “No, I don’t know you.” Russ nodded and closed her eyes. In recent months, they have repeated such conversations every day. Frank’s disease was not seriously devastated