这是个悲惨的世界，还好我们还有悲惨世界。
I was in a field. A vast,grassless,sad field. It didn't seem to be day or night.
I was walking with my brother, the brother with my childhood;the brother of whom I must admit I never think and whom I scarcely remember.
We were talking and we met others who were talking. We were speaking of a former neighbor,who,because she lived by street,always worked with her window open. Even while we talked, we felt cold because of that open window.
There were no trees in the field.
We saw a man passing nearby. He was entirely naked,ashen-colored,riding a horse the color of the earth. The man was hairless; we saw his skull and veins in his skull. He was holding a stick that was limber, like a twig of grape vine, and heavy as iron. The horseman passed by and said nothing.
My brother said to me, "let take the deserted road."
That was a narrow,deep-cut road where we saw not a bush or even a sprig of moss. All was earth colored, even the sky. A few steps farther, and no one answered me when I spoke. I noticed that my brohter was no longer with me.
I entered a village that I saw. I thought that it must be Romainville(why Romainville?).
The first street I entered was deserted. I turned into a second street. At the corner of the two streets a man was standing against the wall. I said to him,"What is this place? Where am I?" He did not answer. I saw the open door of a house; I went in.
The first room was deserted. I went into the second. Behind the door of this room a man was standing against the wall. I asked him, "Whose house is this? Where am I?" The man did not answer. The house had a garden.
I went out of the house then into the garden. The garden was deserted. I found a man standing against the first tree. I said to this man, "What is this garden? Where am I?" The man did not answer.
I wandered through the village, and I realized it was a city. All the streets were deserted, all the doors were open. No living being was going by in the street or moving in the rooms or walking in the gardens. But behind every turn of a wall, behind every door, behind everything, there was a man standing in silence. Only one could ever be seen at a time. Those men looked at me as I passed by.
I left the city and began to walk into the fields.
After a while, I turned and I saw a great crowd followed me. I recognized all the men I had seen in the city. Their heads were strange. They did not seem to be hurrying, and yet they walked faster than I. They made no sounds as they walked. Suddenly, this crowd came up and surrounded me. Their faces were earth-colored.
Then the first one I had seen and questioned as I entered the city said to me,"Where are you going? Don't you know you've been dead for a long time?"
I opened my mouth to answer, ans I realized that no one was there.
喧闹的都市，蓦然回首，身后竟是——空无一人。
