第一章：世界末日（5）(4)
2024-06-14 来源:百合文库
而其中的一名权威人士，在旧时代曾在一辆列车中担任过检票员。像他这样的人放在现在属于极少数人群，有着极高的地位，因为他们对地铁线路的了解程度，不是普通人能做到的。而且就算他们脱离了列车和车站的庇护，深陷在莫斯科那黑暗的隧道，穿梭于大都市下的石间缝隙，也丝毫不惧。车站内的每个人和他们的孩子都对检票员尊敬有加；大概是因为这个原因，阿尔乔姆也记住了他，终生难忘：他瘦弱且憔悴，由于多年在地下工作而显得弱不禁风，他总是穿着一套破旧且褪色的地铁员工制服，而这身制服早已失去了它原本的样貌，但当他穿上这套制服时却带着一种退伍船长般的自豪。即使当时的阿尔乔姆只是个毛头小子，也能从这名瘦弱的检票员身上感受到庄严和力量。
One such person of authority had once worked as a conductor's assistant on an electric train in the old days. There were hardly any of his kind left and they were greatly valued, because at first they had proven to be the only ones who could find their way aroud. And they didn't give in to fear the moment they found themselves outside the comfortable and safe capsules of the train, in the dark tunnels of the Moscow metro, in these stone bowels of the great metropolis. Everyone at the station treated the conductor's assistant with respect, and taught their children to do the same; it was for that reason, probably, that Artyom had remembered him, remembered him all his life: a thin, haggard man, emaciated by the long years of work underground who wore a threadbare and faded metro employee uniform that had long ago lost its chic but that he donned with the same pride a retired admiral would feel when putting on his parade uniform. Even Artyom, still just a kid at that time, had seen a certain dignity and power in the sickly figure of the conductor's assistant...
One such person of authority had once worked as a conductor's assistant on an electric train in the old days. There were hardly any of his kind left and they were greatly valued, because at first they had proven to be the only ones who could find their way aroud. And they didn't give in to fear the moment they found themselves outside the comfortable and safe capsules of the train, in the dark tunnels of the Moscow metro, in these stone bowels of the great metropolis. Everyone at the station treated the conductor's assistant with respect, and taught their children to do the same; it was for that reason, probably, that Artyom had remembered him, remembered him all his life: a thin, haggard man, emaciated by the long years of work underground who wore a threadbare and faded metro employee uniform that had long ago lost its chic but that he donned with the same pride a retired admiral would feel when putting on his parade uniform. Even Artyom, still just a kid at that time, had seen a certain dignity and power in the sickly figure of the conductor's assistant...
变物吧生命鞋第5章
