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• 在最好的烈酒面前，他们喝得酩酊大醉，手挽着手走到海滩，卷起裤管走进海里，高唱“大海之滨，大海之滨，是我的家园”。这是一个渔夫告诉我的，我多想加斯帕也听听这个故事。 我走上码头，爬了几级台阶，来到旅馆门前。透过一扇窗，我看见一个男人手里拿了杯啤酒，另一个男人拿了一篮鸡蛋。我的身体很沉，很累。我的双臂在身后交叉，背靠在防浪堤的尽头，一会儿又走到另一侧的海滩，踩着冻得发硬的白色沙滩走了几步。开始刮风了，没有雪，却寒冷依旧。我解开围巾，裹住头和耳朵，在沙丘遮挡的地方坐下。我朝手心哈气，想令他们暖和一点。接着我点了支烟，帕克沿着水边奔跑，嘴里叼着一只海鸥的翅膀，那时候我还很年轻，我记得心里只有一个念想：我二十三岁了，我的生命已所剩无几，只余下往后的日子。 (查看原文)

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• What I liked was the train ride. It took an hour and that was enough for me to be able to lean backwards against the seat with closed eyes, feel the joints in the rails come up and thump through my body and sometimes peer out of the windows and see windswept heathland and imagine I was on the Trans-Siberian Railway. I had read about it, seen pictures in a book and decided that no matter when and how life would turn out, one day I would travel from Moscow to Vladivostok on that train, and I practised saying the names: Omsk, Tomsk, Novosibirsk, Irkutsk, they were difficult to pronounce with all their hard consonants, but ever since the trip to Skagen, every journey I made by train was a potential departure on my own great journey. (查看原文)

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