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I was too stubborn and too tired and miserable to leave. I looked around and noticed that the other customers were eating in stony silence. The only person who seemed happy was the American sailor. While eating, he was writing a letter, and a half-smile lighted his face.
我情绪低落，加之疲惫不堪，执意不愿离开这儿去找别的餐馆了。我环顾四周，只见顾客们都默默地在吃着饭，唯一一个显得开心的是那位美国水手。他一边吃着，一边写信，脸上闪耀着淡淡的微笑。
My wife ordered our meal in French. The waiter brought us the wrong thing. I scolded my wife for being stupid. She began to cry. The boys defended her, and I felt even worse.
妻子用法语点了菜，服务员给我们端来的却是别的东西。我骂妻子愚蠢，她哭了起来。孩子们护着妈妈，我的情绪变得更加糟糕。
Then, at the table with the French family on our left, the father slapped one of his children for some minor fault, and the boy began to cry. On our right, the German wife began scolding her husband.
继而，坐在我们左侧餐桌上的那位法国父亲因为一点小事打了其中一个孩子一记耳光，小男孩大哭起来。我们的右边，那个德国妇女开始喋喋不休地数落她的丈夫。
All of us were interrupted by an unpleasant blast of cold air. Through the front door came an old French flower woman. She wore a dripping, ragged overcoat, and dragged herself in on wet, rundown shoes. Carrying her basket of flowers, she went from one table to another.
一阵令人不快的寒风吹了进来，我们所有人都停了下来，只见前门进来一个卖花的法国老太太。她穿着一件湿淋淋的破旧大衣，穿一双水淋淋的旧鞋拖着腿进来。她提着花篮，沿桌叫卖。
Flowers, monsieur? Only one franc.
“买花吗，先生？只要一个法郎哩。”
No one bought any.
谁也没有买。
Wearily she sat down at a table between the sailor and us. To the waiter she said, "A bowl of soup. I haven't sold a flower all afternoon." To the piano player she said hoarsely, "Can you imagine, Joseph, soup on Christmas Eve?"
她疲惫不堪，在水手和我们之间的那张餐桌旁边坐了下来，对服务员说：“请来碗汤吧。一下午连一朵花也没卖掉。”接着，她用嘶哑的声音对钢琴师说，“你能想象吗，约瑟夫，圣诞节前夜就喝点汤？”
