当第一缕晨曦露头之时,我睁开了双眼。时间是5点整,睡眠一点都不能减轻昨天的辛劳在背部留下的疼痛。我伸手拿到火柴,点燃煤油灯,然后碰了碰丈夫,“该起床了,蒙迪。”我穿上衣服,下楼来到厨房,拎起两只铁桶,推开了后门。虽然已是7月,但在这个位于赫考夫的小渔村,迎面扑来的却是 When the first ray of morning outcrop, I opened my eyes. Time is 5 o’clock, sleep a little can not alleviate yesterday’s hard work in the back of the pain left. I reached for the match, lit the kerosene lamp, and then touched my husband, “It’s time to get up, Mondi.” I put on my clothes and went downstairs to the kitchen, picking up two iron buckets and pushing the back door open. Although already July, but in this small fishing village in Kharkiv, it was on the face