楼道里的纸条

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夜里三点，声音又开始了。

At three in the morning, it started again.

砰。然后是脚步声。然后是吹口哨声。然后是关门声。然后安静了。

Boom. Then footsteps. Then whistling. Then the door. Then silence.

我叫莉娜。我住在莱比锡一栋老房子的三楼。我两个月前搬到这里。房子很小，但是很亮。我很喜欢它。只是我不喜欢夜晚。

My name is Lena. I live on the third floor of an old building in Leipzig. I moved in two months ago. The flat is small but bright. I love it. It’s just the nights I don’t love.

每天夜里三点，我都能听到楼上邻居的声音。我不认识他。我从没见过他。他的信箱上只写着：“J.勃兰特，4楼”。

Every night at three I hear the neighbour above me. I don’t know him. I have never seen him. His mailbox just says: “J. Brandt, 4th floor.”

我在办公室工作。八点钟我坐在电脑前。六个星期没睡好，我很生气。非常生气。

I work in an office. At eight o’clock I’m at my computer. After six weeks of very little sleep, I was angry. Very angry.

那天夜里，我起床了。我拿了一张纸，写道：

That night I got up. I took a sheet of paper and wrote:

亲爱的4楼邻居，现在是夜里三点。别人这个时间都在睡觉。您也许听说过？L.韦伯，3楼

Dear neighbour on the 4th floor, it is three in the morning. Other people sleep at this time. Maybe you’ve heard of it? L. Weber, 3rd floor

我把纸条贴在他的门上。然后我很快跑回楼下。我的心跳得很响。比他的脚步声还响。

I stuck the note on his door. Then I ran quickly back downstairs. My heart was pounding. Louder than his footsteps.

早上，我像往常一样去了街角的面包店。面包师很年轻，个子很高，总是有点累。他给了我椒盐卷饼。

In the morning I went to the bakery on the corner, as always. The baker is young, tall and always a little tired. He handed me my pretzel.

“您今天看起来气色不好。”他说。

“You look terrible today,” he said.

“谢谢。”我说，“我的邻居是个怪物。”

“Thanks,” I said. “My neighbour is a monster.”

他笑了。我没笑。

He laughed. I didn’t.

晚上，我打开信箱。里面有一张纸条。没有账单，没有广告。是一封回信。

In the evening I opened my mailbox. There was a note inside. Not a bill, not an advert. A reply.