那时刻,在煤市、电车轨道和从办公室下班回家的职员头顶上大约三十米的高处,在散发出甜香味的马库斯的次货店上空,高踞于冰凉的大理石桌子、两杯穆哈、妈妈和扬·布朗斯基之上,远离我们的公寓、院子、许许多多的院子、弯曲的和敲直的钉子、邻居的孩子以及他们的砖头粉汤,迄今为 At that time, about thirty meters above the top of the coal market, tram tracks, and commuters returning from the office, over the cool, sweet marbled submarket of Marcus, squatting on the cold marble tables. Two cups of Mujah, Mom and Jan Bronski above, away from our apartment, yard, lots of yards, crooked and straight nails, neighbor’s children and their brick soup, so far