on the west coast of ireland there are

wild lonely places

where few visitors come

a boy

on his yearly visit to his grandmother

tells a tale of the simple life

when a travelling salesman from a far

away land

finds a kindness he did not expect

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on the first day of every new year

i made the 45 mile journey by train

post van and foot

across county donegal to my

grandmother's house

it sat at the top of a cliff above the

wild and stormy atlantic

at the very end of a village called

molok duff

this yearly visit

lasting from january until the end of

march

was made mostly for granny's benefit

during these months grandfather went

across the water to scotland

to earn enough money to keep them going

for the rest of the year

but it suited me very well too

i missed school for three months

i got away from strict parents and

annoying brothers and sisters

and in granny's house

everything i did was right

the house consisted of one room

in which granny and grandfather lived

and slept

it was a large room lit by a small

window and a door which could be left

open for most of the day

because it faced east and the winds

usually blew from the west

there were three chairs

a table

a bed in the corner

and an open fire

over which stretched a long shelf

all the interesting things in the house

were on this shelf

a shining silver clock

two vases

a coloured photograph of a racehorse

two life-like wooden dogs

and three seashells sitting on match

boxes covered with red paper

every year i went to grannies these

pieces were handed down to me one by one

to be inspected

and my pleasure in them made them even

more precious to granny

she herself was a small round woman who

must once have been very pretty

she always wore black

a black turning grey with so much

washing

but above the neck she was a surprise of

strong color

white hair see blue eyes and a quick

fresh face browned by the sun

when something delighted her she had a

habit of shaking her head rapidly from

side to side like a child

and although she was over 60 then

she behaved like a woman half her age

she used to challenge me to race her to

the garden wall

or dare me to go beyond her along the

rocks into the sea

even on the best day in summer

molok duff is a lonely depressing place

the land is rocky and bare

and granny's house was three miles from

the nearest road

it was a strange place for a home

but grandfather was a hard silent man

who had married granny when she was a

girl of 17 with a baby daughter later to

become my mother

but no husband

he probably felt he had shown enough

kindness by offering to marry her and

the least she could do was accept the

conditions of his offer

or perhaps he was jealous of her

prettiness and sense of fun

and thought that the wide ocean behind

her and three miles of bare land in

front of her would discourage any search

for

adventure whatever his reasons

he had cut her off so completely from

the world

that at the time of her death

soon after my 13th birthday

the longest journey she had ever made

was to the town of strabon 52 miles away

she and i

had wonderful times together

we laughed with one another and at one

another

we used to sit up talking until near

midnight

and then instead of going to bed

perhaps suddenly decide to eat fish

fried and butter

or the eggs that were supposed to be our

breakfast the next day

or we would sit round the fire and i

would read stories to her from my school

reading book

she could neither read nor write

she used to listen eagerly to these not

missing a word

making me repeat anything she did not

understand

after reading she often used to re-tell

the story to me

just to see did i understand right

and then suddenly she would lose

interest in the world outside moloch

duff and jump to her feet saying cry son

we nearly forgot

if we run to the lower rocks we'll see

the fishing boats from norway going past

hurry sun hurry they're a grand sight on

a fine night hurry

she had no toys or games for me to play

with

but she had plenty of ideas for making

my stay with her more interesting

we often got up before sunrise to see

wild birds flying north through the icy

air high above the ocean

or we sat for hours on the flat rocks

below our house watching the big fish

attacking smaller ones in the shallow

water

or we went down to the rock pools and

caught fish with our bare hands

i know now that these were all simply

granny's ways of entertaining me

but i am also certain that she enjoyed

them every bit as much as i did

sometimes

we used to watch a great passenger ship

sail past

its lights shining like stars

granny would fill the ship with people

for me

the man hunts someone tall

and the ladies in rich silks down to

their toes

and all of them laughing and dancing and

drinking wine and singing

chris on there a happy old crowd

there was a february storm blowing in

from the sea the evening the pacman

fought his way uphill to our door

i watched him through the kitchen window

a tiny shape in the distance which grew

to a man

and then a man with a case as big as

himself

when he was a stone's throw from the

door

i saw that he was colored

in those days pac-man were quite common

in country areas

they went from house to house with their

cases of clothes and bed sheets and

cheap jewelry

and if a customer had no money to buy

the pack men were usually willing to

take food instead

they had a name for being dishonest

the sight of this pacman put the fear of

god into me

because mother had taught us to keep

away from all pac-men

and i had never seen a colored man

before in my life

i led granny to the window and hid

behind her

will he attack us

i whispered fearfully

christ and if he does will attack him

back she said bravely and threw open the

door

come in man she shouted into the storm

come in and rest because only a fool

like yourself could have made the climb

up here today

he entered the kitchen backwards

dragging his huge case after him

he dropped into a chair near the door

gasping for breath too exhausted to

speak

i took a step closer to examine him

he was a young man no more than 20 with

a smooth brown skin

his head was wrapped in a snow white

turban

his shoulders were narrow

and his feet as small as my younger

sisters

then i saw his hands

they were fine and delicate

and on the third finger of his left hand

was a gold ring

it was made to look like a snake

holding a deep red stone between its

mouth and its tail

as i watched the stone seemed to change

color

now it was purple

now rose pink

now black

now blood red

now blue

i was still staring at its magic

when the pacman slid to his knees on the

floor

and began saying in a low tuneless voice

i sell beautiful things good lady

everything for your home

what is it you buy

silks sheets beautiful pictures for your

walls beautiful dresses for the lady

what is it you buy

as he spoke he opened his case and

removed all that it contained

painting the floor with yellows and

greens and whites and blues

it seemed to me he owned all the riches

of the world

you buy good lady what is it you buy

he spoke without interest

without enthusiasm

too exhausted to care

his eyes never left the ground

and his hands spread the splashes of

color around him until he was an island

in a lake of brightness

for a moment

granny said nothing

there was so much to look at and it was

all so colorful that she felt quite

confused

at the same time she was trying

desperately to catch what he was saying

and his accent was difficult for her

when at last words came to her

they broke from her in a sort of cry

oh christ

sweet christ look at them

look at them oh god how fine they are

then rapidly to me

what is he saying son what

tell me what it is he's saying

then to the pacman

ah christ mister

they're grand things mister grand

she knelt down on the floor beside him

and gently stroked the surfaces of the

clothes

she was silent in amazement and her

mouth opened

only her eyes showed her delight

try them on good lady try what i have to

sell

she turned to me to check that she had

heard correctly

but on the things you like

i said go on

she looked at the pacman

searching his face to see if he was

serious

afraid that he was not

i have no money mr pacman no money

the pacman seemed not to hear

he went on rearranging his colors and

did not look up

only routine kept him going

try them on they are beautiful all

she hesitated over the limitless choice

go on i said impatiently hurry up

everything for the good lady under home

said the pacman tiredly to the floor try

what i have to sell

she made a sudden movement

picking up a red dress and holding it to

her chest

she looked down at it

looked to see what we thought of it and

smoothed it out against her while her

other hand pushed her hair back from her

face

then she was absolutely still

waiting for our opinion

beautiful

murmured the pacman automatically

beautiful i said anxious to have

everything tried on and finished with

beautiful

echoed granny

softly

slowly

the word seemed new and strange to her

then suddenly she was on her feet

dancing wildly around the kitchen christ

she screamed yet make me as much of a

fool as you two are

look at me see me in a palace can you

then she went crazy

she threw the dress on the floor and

tried on one thing after another a green

hat

and then white gloves and then a blue

jacket all the time singing or dancing

or waving her arms all the time shaking

her head delighted ashamed drunk with

pleasure

but soon she grew tired

and threw herself exhausted on the bed

now mister you can take all the damn

things away she said breathlessly

because i have no money to buy anathem

again the pacman did not hear her

but said tiredly

this you like good lady

he opened a tiny box and inside lay six

little silver spoons

the box do you good lady for half price

shut

your

mouth

she cried with sudden bitterness sitting

up on the bed

be quiet pacman

we are poor people here

we have nothing

the pacman's head bent lower to the

ground

and he started to gather his things

ready to go out into the darkness

at once she was sorry for her bad temper

she jumped off the bed and began

building up the fire

you'll eat with us pac-man you'll be

hungry

and we can offer you

she paused and turned to me cry son will

cook the goose that was to be sunday's

dinner that's what we'll do

she turned to the pac-man

can your stomach hold a good big meal

pac-man

anything good lady anything

a good big me little bee then on sunday

be damned

she took out knives and forks from a

drawer

tell me pacman what do they call you

what

sing he said

what

sing he repeated

grace but that's a strange name

sang

sing

she said feeling the sound on her tongue

i'll tell you what i'll call you pac-man

i'll call you mr sing my heart's delight

a good big mouthful mr sing my heart's

delight yes

he said quietly accepting her name for

him

now mr sing my heart's delight go to

sleep for an hour and when i call you

there'll be a good meal before your eyes

close your eyes and sleep you pure

exhausted mania

he closed his eyes obediently and in

five minutes his head had fallen on his

chest

we yet by the light of an oil lamp

it must have been a month since the

pacman had last eaten

because he had fast like a wild animal

and did not lift his eyes until his

plate was cleared

then he sat back in his seat and smiled

at us for the first time

thank you good lady he said

a beautiful meal

you're welcome she said

where do you come from mr sing my

heart's delight

the punjab

he said

and where might that be

india good lady

india she repeated

tell me is india a hot country is it

very warm very warm and very poor

very poor

she said quietly

adding the detail to the picture she was

making in her mind

and oranges and bananas grow there on

trees

and the fruit and flowers have all the

colors of the rainbow in them

yes

he said simply

remembering his own picture

it is very beautiful good lady

very beautiful

and the women granny went on

do they wear long silk dresses to the

ground

and the men

are the men dressed in purple trousers

and black shoes with silver buckles

he spread his hands in front of him and

smiled

and the women walk under the orange

trees

with the sunlight in their hair

and the men raise their hats to them as

they pass

in the sun

in the punjab

in the garden of eden

she was away from us as she spoke

leaving us in the bare kitchen

listening to the wind beating on the

roof and the ocean crashing below us

the packman's eyes were closed

the garden of eden

said granny again

where the land isn't bare and so rocky

that nothing will grow in it

and you have god's son

in that punjab place

and there is singing

and the plane of music

and the children

yes the children

the first drops of rain came down the

chimney and made the fire spit

christ she said jump into her feet up

you get you feels you and let me wash

the dishes

the pacman woke with a start and bent to

pick up his case

on where are you going

she shouted to him

christ man a wild animal wouldn't be out

in a night like this

you'll sleep here tonight

bear

in front of the fire

like a cat she added with a shout of

laughter

the pacman laughed too

by the time we had washed the dishes

it was bedtime

granny and i undressed quickly in the

shadowy end of the room and jumped into

the big bed which we always shared

blow out the lamp mr sing my heart's

delight said granny

and then place yourself on the floor

there

you'll find a bit of carpet near the

door if you want to lie on that

good night good lady he said

very good lady good night mr singh my

heart's delight she replied

he put the old piece of carpet in front

of the fire and stretched himself out in

it

outside the rain beat against the roof

and inside the three of us were

comfortable and warm

it was a fine morning the next day

the pacman looked young and bright

and his case seemed lighter too

he stood outside the door

smiling happily as granny directed him

towards the villages where he would have

the best chance of selling his things

then she wished him goodbye in the old

irish way

godspeed she said

and may the road rise with you

to pay you i have no money good lady he

said and my worthless things i would not

offer you because

go man go there'll be rain before dinner

time

the pacman still hesitated

he kept smiling like a shy girl

christ mister sing my heart's delight

if you don't go soon you'll be here for

dinner and you're at it last night

he put his case on the ground

and looked at his left hand

then

taken off the ring with his long

delicate fingers

he held it out to her

for you

he said very politely please accept from

me

i am grateful

even as it lay on his hand the stone

changed color several times

it had been so long since granny had

been offered a present

that she did not know how to accept it

she bent her head and whispered no

no no

but please good lady please

the pacman insisted

from a punjab gentleman to a donegal

lady

a present

please

when she did not come forward to accept

it

he moved towards her and took her left

hand in his

he chose her third finger and put the

ring on it

thank you good lady

he said

then he lifted his case

and turned towards the main road

the wind was behind him and carried him

quickly away

neither of us moved until we could no

longer see him

i turned to go round to the side of the

house it was time to feed the chickens

and milk the cow

but granny did not move

she stood looking towards the road with

her arm and hand still held as the

pacman had left them

come on granny

i said crossley the cow will think we're

dead.

she looked strangely at me

and then away from me

and across the road

and up towards the mountains in the

distance

come on granny

i said again

pulling at her dress

as she let me lead her away

i heard her saying to herself

i'm thinking the rain will get him this

side of crawley bridge

and then as purple trousers and silver

buckled shoes will be destroyed

please god it will be a fine day

please god it will

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在爱尔兰的西海岸有一个

荒凉的

地方很少有人来

一个

男孩每年拜访他的祖母

讲述一个

来自远方的旅行推销员

发现他没想到的善意的简单生活

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每年的第一天，

我乘坐

火车厢式货车，步行 45 英里，

穿过多尼戈尔县到达我

祖母的房子，

它坐在顶部 在一个

叫 molok duff 的村庄的尽头，狂野而暴风雨的大西洋上空的悬崖

每年

一月到三月底的访问

主要是为了奶奶的利益，

在这几个月里，祖父渡海到

苏格兰挣足够的钱 为了让他们

在今年剩下的时间里继续前进，

但这也非常适合

我我缺课了三个月

我远离了严厉的父母和

烦人的兄弟姐妹

，在奶奶家

我所做的一切都是正确的

这所房子由一个

房间组成，外婆和祖父

住在那里睡觉，

这是一个大房间

，有一扇小窗户和一扇门，

因为它朝东，所以那里的风

通常从西边吹来，大部分时间都可以打开。

三把椅子

一张桌子

角落里的一张床

一个长长的架子上有一个明火

房子里所有有趣的东西

都在这个架子上

一个闪亮的银色时钟

两个花瓶

一张赛马的彩色照片

两条栩栩如生的木狗

和 三个贝壳放在火柴盒上

，上面盖着红纸

，每年我都会去奶奶家，这些

东西一件一件地传给我，让我

检查

，我对它们的愉悦使它们

对奶奶更加珍贵。

她自己就是一个圆圆的小女人，

必须 曾经非常漂亮的

她总是穿着

黑色，黑色变成灰色，洗了很多次，

但脖子以上的她是一个惊喜，

色彩浓烈的

白头发，蓝色的眼睛和一张快速

新鲜的脸棕色 被太阳晒得

开心的时候，她有一个

习惯，

像个孩子一样快速

地左右摇头 即使在夏天最好的一天，

我也敢越过她沿着

岩石进入大海

莫洛克达夫是一个孤独的令人沮丧的

地方 土地是岩石和光秃秃的

，奶奶的房子离最近的道路只有三英里

这是一个奇怪的地方 一个家，

但祖父是一个沉默寡言的

人，在她 17 岁的时候娶了祖母，

后来有一个小女儿

成为我的母亲，

但没有丈夫，

他可能觉得他提出娶她已经表现出足够的

善意

，至少她可以 只是接受

了他的提议，

或者他嫉妒她的

漂亮和有趣的感觉，

并认为她身后的广阔海洋

和她面前三英里的光秃秃的土地

会阻止任何寻求

冒险的人 不管他出于什么原因，

他将她与

这个世界完全隔绝

，以至于在我 13 岁生日后不久她去世时，

她最长的旅程

是到 52 英里外的斯特拉邦镇，

她和我

一起度过了美好的时光，

我们笑了

我们常常彼此坐在一起聊天，直到接近

午夜

，然后不再睡觉，

也许突然决定吃

炸鱼和黄油

或第二天应该是我们早餐的鸡蛋，

或者我们会围坐在一起 火和我

会从我学校的阅读书中给她读故事

她既不会读也不会写

她曾经热切地听这些故事

一个字也不漏

让我重复任何她读后不

明白的事情

她经常会重新

讲故事 对我来说

只是为了看看我是否理解正确

，然后突然间她会对

moloch duff 之外的世界失去兴趣

并跳起来说哭泣的儿子，

我们几乎忘记了

如果我们跑到较低的岩石，我们' 我会看到

来自挪威的渔船驶过

匆匆的太阳，匆匆而过，

在晴朗的夜晚匆匆而

过，这是一个壮观的景象。她没有玩具或游戏可供我玩

，

但她有很多想法让

我和她在一起更有趣，

我们经常 日出前起床，看

野鸟在冰冷的海面上向北飞翔

，

或者我们在房子下面平坦的岩石上坐了几个小时，

看着大鱼

在浅水中攻击小鱼，

或者我们下到岩石池里，

徒手抓鱼

我现在知道这些只是

奶奶娱乐我的方式，

但我也确信她

和我一样喜欢它们有时

我们曾经看着一艘伟大的客船

驶过

它闪烁的灯光 星星

奶奶 会

为

我 让 人

满船 哦

，二月的一场风暴

从海里吹来，那天晚上，吃豆人奋力爬上

我们的门，

我透过厨房的窗户看着他

，远处的一个小人形变

成了

一个男人，然后是一个拿着一个大箱子的男人

当他离门只有一箭之遥时，

我看到他是有色人种

的，那时吃豆人

在乡村地区很常见，

他们带着一

箱箱衣服、床单和

廉价珠宝挨家挨户走

，如果顾客有 没钱

买包 男人通常愿意

吃东西，

但他们有不诚实的名声

我以前见过一个有色人种

我把奶奶带到窗边

躲在她身后

他会攻击我们

吗我恐惧地低声说

基督如果他真的会攻击

他她勇敢地说并打开

门

进来男人她在风暴中大喊

进来休息，因为只有

像你这样的傻瓜

今天才能爬上这里

他拖着他的大箱子向后

走进厨房 他坐在靠近门的椅子

上喘着粗气 筋疲力尽

说不出话

我走近了一步 看

他是个不超过20岁的年轻人，

皮肤光滑的棕色

他的头被雪白的头巾包裹着

他的肩膀很窄

，他的脚和我的妹妹一样小

然后我看到他的

双手纤细而

细腻 他左手的无名指

是一个金戒指

，看起来像一条蛇

，嘴和尾巴之间夹着一块深红色的石头

，我看着石头似乎

变色了，

现在是紫色，

现在是粉红色，

现在是黑色，

现在是血 红色

现在蓝色

我还在盯着它的魔力

当吃豆人跪在

地板

上开始用低沉的声音说

我卖漂亮的东西好女士

你家的一切

你买的是什么

丝绸 你的墙上有漂亮的照片

女士的漂亮衣服 他说话

的时候你买了什么

他打开箱子，

取出里面所有的东西

用黄色、

绿色、白色和蓝色粉刷地板

在我看来，他拥有

你买的世界 好女人 你买的是什么

他说话没有兴趣

没有

热情 疲惫到无法在意

他的眼睛从未离开过

地面 他的双手在他周围散布着斑驳的

色彩 直到他

一瞬间变成了湖中的岛屿

外婆什么也没说，

有那么多可看的东西，

一切都是那么丰富多彩，以至于她感到很

困惑

，同时她

拼命想听懂他在说什么

，他的口音对她来说很难听，

当她终于听到了

他们 在一种哭声中从她身上挣脱出来

哦，天哪，亲爱的

基督，看看他们，

看看他们，哦天哪，他们对我来说是多么的好，

他在说什么，儿子

告诉我他在说什么，

然后对pacm说

啊，天哪，先生，

他们是伟大的东西，伟大的先生，

她跪在他身边的地板上

，轻轻抚摸着衣服的表面，

她惊讶地沉默着，她的

嘴张开，

只有她的眼睛流露出她的喜悦，

试穿好女士试穿我 必须

卖掉

她转向我检查她是否

听错了

但是关于你喜欢

我说的事情继续

她看着吃豆人

搜索他的脸看他是否

认真

害怕他不是

我没钱吃豆人先生不

钱 吃豆人似乎没有听到

他继续重新排列他的颜色并且

没有抬头

只是例行公事让他继续

试穿它们很漂亮所有

她为无限的选择犹豫不决

继续我不耐烦地说快点

为家里的好女士

吃豆人疲倦地对着地板说，试试我要卖的东西。

她突然做了一个动作，

捡起一件红色的裙子，把它

放在胸前。

她低头看着它

，看看我们对它的看法，然后把

它弄平 靠着她，而她的

另一只手将她的头发从脸上推开，

然后她绝对还在

等待我们的意见

美丽

喃喃自语的吃豆人自动

美丽我说急于

试穿一切并完成了

美丽的

回声奶奶

轻轻地

慢慢地

这个词似乎是新的和 对她来说很奇怪

然后突然间她站

起来在厨房周围疯狂地跳舞基督

她尖叫着让我

像你们两个一样

傻 地板，

一件接一件地试穿，一

顶绿帽子

，然后是白手套，然后是一件蓝色

夹克，一直在唱歌，跳舞，

或者一直在

挥动手臂 现在在床上，

先生，你可以把所有该死的

东西都带走她气喘吁吁地说，

因为我没钱再买阿那瑟姆，吃豆

人没有听到她的声音，

但是 疲倦地帮助

这个你喜欢的好女士

他打开一个小盒子，里面放着六个

小银

汤匙盒子你是半价的好女士

闭上

你的

嘴

她突然痛苦地哭了起来坐在

床上安静吃豆子

我们是穷人在这里

我们 一无所有 吃

豆人的头低到

地上

，他开始收拾东西，

准备马上到黑暗

中去 她为自己的坏脾气感到抱歉

她从床上跳下来开始

生火 吃豆人，你会

饿的

，我们可以为你提供

她停下来转向我哭泣儿子会

煮鹅，

这就是我们要做的周日晚餐

她转向吃豆人

你的胃能不能撑得住 大餐吃

豆人

什么都好 女士 什么都

好 大我 小蜜蜂 然后在

星期天 该死的

她从抽屉里拿出刀叉

告诉我吃豆人 他们叫你什么

唱什么 他说

什么

唱 他重复的

恩典 但这很奇怪 名字

唱唱

她说感觉她舌头上的声音

我会告诉你我会叫你吃豆人

我会叫你先生唱歌我的心的喜悦

一口好大口先生唱歌我的心的

喜悦是的

他平静地说接受她的名字为

他

现在，sing先生，我心悦诚服，

睡一个小时，当我打电话给你

时，你的眼睛会好好吃饭，

闭上你的眼睛睡觉你纯粹的

疲惫的狂热，

他顺从地闭上了眼睛，

五分钟后他的头就倒在了地上 他的

胸膛，

我们在油灯

的

照耀下，距离吃豆人上次吃东西已经有一个月了，

因为他像野兽一样禁食，

直到盘子收拾干净才抬起眼睛，

然后他坐回座位上，

第一次对我们微笑

谢谢好女士 他说

一顿美

餐不客气 她说

你从哪里来 辛先生 我的

心的喜悦

他说

的旁遮普语 那可能是

印度 印度好女士

她重复

告诉我的是 印度一个炎热的国家是不是

很温暖很 温暖，非常贫穷，

非常贫穷，

她平静地

说，将细节添加到

她脑海中的画面中

，橘子和香蕉长在

树上

，水果和花朵中都有

彩虹的所有颜色

是的，

他说只是

记住他自己的

图片 非常漂亮 好女士

非常

漂亮 女奶奶

继续 她们穿着长长的丝绸连衣裙到

地上

男人是穿着紫色裤子

和黑色银扣鞋的男人

他双手在他面前

微笑

女人在橘子树下行走

，阳光洒在她们的头发上

，男人们向她们举起帽子，当

她们

在伊甸园旁遮普的阳光下经过

时

，她说话时远离我们，

把我们留在光秃秃的厨房里

听着屋顶上拍打的风

和在我们

脚下拍打的大海 打包人的眼睛闭上

了 伊甸园

奶奶又说

那里的土地不是光秃秃的 多岩石

的 我什么都不会生长 n 它

，你在旁遮普的地方有上帝的儿子

，有歌声

，音乐的平面

和孩子

们 你感觉到你，让我洗盘子吃

豆人惊醒了，弯下腰去

拿起他的

箱子，你要去哪里

她对他大喊，

天哪

，像这样的夜晚，野生动物不会出来，

你会睡觉的 今晚

在这里，

像一只猫一样熊熊在火炉前，她

大笑起来，吃豆人也笑

了。当我们洗完盘子

时，已经是奶奶睡觉的时间了

，我

在房间阴暗的一端迅速脱掉衣服，跳进了大房间

我们总是共用的床

吹熄了灯先生唱我的心

高兴地说奶奶

然后把自己放在地板

上如果你想躺在那个晚安上

你会发现门附近有一点地毯

晚安好女士他说

很好 女士晚安辛格先生 我

心里高兴 她回答

他把那块旧地毯放在

火炉前 伸了个懒腰

外面的雨打在屋顶

上 我们三个人在里面很

舒服 很

温暖 第二天早上是个好天气

吃豆人 看起来年轻而明亮

，他的箱子也似乎更轻了

他站在门外

开心地微笑着，奶奶把他引向他

最有可能卖掉他的东西的村庄

然后她用古老的爱尔兰方式祝他再见，

上帝保佑她说

，也许 这条路和你

一起付钱给你 我没钱 好女士 他

说我没有价值的东西 我不会

给你 因为

去吧 去吧 晚饭前会下雨 吃

豆人还在犹豫

他一直笑得像个害羞的女孩

基督先生 唱出我心中的喜悦，

如果你不早点走，你会在这里

吃晚饭，你昨晚就在那儿

他把箱子放在地上

，看着他的左手，

然后

用他的长德尔取下戒指

冰冷的手指

他为你把它递给她

他很有礼貌地说 请接受

我

我很感激

即使它放在他的手上 石头

变了好几次颜色

很久

没有给奶奶送礼物了

，她没有 知道如何接受

她低下头低声说不不不

但是请好女士请

吃豆人坚持从旁遮普绅士给多尼戈尔

女士请礼物

当她没有上前接受

时

他走向她并带她离开

他伸手

选了她的无名指，把

戒指戴在上面，

谢谢你，好女士，

他说，

然后他举起箱子

，转向

大路，风在他身后，迅速将他

吹走

，我们俩都动弹

不得 看到他，

我转身走到房子的一边

，是时候喂鸡

和挤奶了，

但奶奶没有动，

她站着看着马路，

当吃豆人离开时，她的手臂和手仍然握着

来吧，奶奶，

我说牛克罗斯利会认为我们

死了。

她奇怪地看着我

，然后离开我

，穿过马路

，朝远处的群山走去

雨会把他

吹到小桥这边

，然后紫色的裤子和银

扣的鞋子会被毁，

拜托上帝，这将是一个美好的一天，

拜托上帝，它会的

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