初冬的傍晚,小小的夜店里来了个住店的老头,店主一面埋怨他来得太早,一面安顿他住下。老头在这间颓败寒酸的客房里,占了离炉子最近的一张床。他小心地掀起炉盖看了看,炉子冰凉,连点火星也没有,便无可奈何地耸耸肩,用哈气暖着自己的手。接着他开始掏自己大衣上鼓鼓囊囊的口袋,里边装着他的全部家当——一双短袜子、一把带刀的勺、一盒火柴、一块肥皂、一把旧刮脸刀和几张旧报纸。终于, Early winter evening, a small nightclub came to live in an old man, the owner complained that he came too early, while settling him to live. Old man in this decadent shabby room, accounted for a bed from the stove recently. He carefully opened the lid and glanced at it. When the stove was cold and there was no point on Mars, he shrugged helplessly and warm his hand with breathlessness. Then he began digging his pocket full of pockets containing all his belongings - a pair of short socks, a knife with a spoon, a box of matches, a bar of soap, an old shaving knife and a few old newspapers. at last,