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我停下来打量他们。他们在干活——晚上,在一条冷僻的街上,在商店的门板上动手脚。这是一块很重的门板:他们正用一个铁门闩当杠杆,但是门板就是一动不动。我当时正在闲荡,一个人,没什么特别的地方要去。我就抓住那个门闩帮他们一把。他们挪了点地方给我。我们不是同时在使劲。我就叫:“嗨,往上!”站我右边的人用他的肘子捅了捅我,低声说:“闭嘴!你疯了!你想叫他们听见吗?”我晃了晃我的脑袋,就好像是说我不过是说漏了嘴。这事儿颇费了我们一点时间,大家都浑身
I stopped to look at them. They are working - in the evenings, on the deserted streets, with hands and feet on the store’s door. It’s a heavy door: they’re leveraging an iron latch, but the door is motionless. I was hanging around, a person, no special place to go. I’ll grab the latch to help them one. They moved a little place to me. We are not working hard at the same time. I called: “Hey, up!” The man on my right stabbed me with his elbow and whispered: “Shut up! You’re crazy! Do you want them to be heard?” Akira my head, just like saying I just said that I missed my mouth. It took quite a bit of our time, we all covered