这是一个没有光线从外面照进来的地窖。照在那一帮成员和马丁身上飘晃不定的光亮,原粘在地板上的蜡烛燃烧的。街道上的喧闹声,只能通过以前曾经是酿酒厂的米把厚的墙,隐隐约约的听到。马丁把手放在背后靠墙站着,他觉得手边的硝(石)湿得滴水。他看见了向他走来的那个头头的雪白的脸孔,不由得捏紧了拳头;不,我什么也不说! 头头的声音又传来了,恶很很的:“快说!你为什么不出席?”又威胁逼迫他:“我这是最后一次问你!” This is a cellar without light coming in from the outside. According to the gang of members and Martin, the glittering, burning candle that had been stuck on the floor. The noise on the streets was only heard vaguely through the thick walls of the rice that used to be the brewery. Martin put his hand on the back of the wall standing behind, he felt the hand of nitrate (stone) wet drip. He could not help but pinch his fist in the white head that came to him; no, I said nothing! The sound of the head came again, evil very: Attend? “Threatened to persecute him again:” This is my last question! "