最后,只剩下了我孤单单一人。周围是11月昏暗的夜,雪花纷飞,房舍埋在雪堆里,风在烟囱里打着唿哨。我自出世24年来一直生活在大城市,以为暴风雪只是在小说里呼啸,却不料它存在于现实世界。这儿的夜特别长。窗外夜色茫茫,而窗内,绿罩下的孤灯照亮了我支头的左胳膊。我正定睛瞧着一个黑点儿,假想那是离我四十俄里之遥的县城,很想从我所待的这个医段医院逃去那里。那里有灯,有四个医生,可以向他们讨教, In the end, I’m alone. Around the dark night of November, the snow was falling, the houses were buried in snowdrifts, and the wind whistled in the chimney. I have lived in a big city for 24 years since I was born, thinking that the blizzard only roared in the novel, but unexpectedly it existed in the real world. The night is particularly long. The vastness of the night outside the window, and the window, under the green hood lighted my left arm arm. I was looking at a black spot, supposing it was a county forty miles away from me, and I really wanted to escape there from the hospital where I was staying. There are lights, there are four doctors, you can ask for advice,