The strains of the balalaika and snatches of a soft melancholy song drifted across the chilly night, probably from a young White Russian emigre girl, singing for her living.

• 一声二声清脆的歌音，带着哀调，从静寂的深夜的冷空气里传到我的耳膜上来。 这大约是俄国的飘泊的少女，在那里卖钱的歌唱。