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克洛采夫脚下的雪已盖过皮靴,他并没有在意。一望无际的方阵站在克林母林官围墙外的红场上,那么整齐,那么严肃。红场上唯一的声音是雪花与克洛采夫他们呵气相磨擦而产生的。
The snow under Klosev’s foot had covered the boots. He did not care. The endless square stood on the Red Square outside the wall of the Clinton Forest official’s wall, so neat and so serious. The only sound on the Red Square was the snow and Klosev’s friction.