很久很久以前,我曾经在什么地方,读过一首诗。它很快就被我忘了,可是,诗的第一行还留在我的记忆里:蔷薇花,多美丽,多鲜艳……现在是冬天,严寒使窗玻璃蒙上了一层薄霜。在晦暗的房间里,点燃着一支蜡烛,我躲到角落里 Long, long time ago, where I once read a poem. It was quickly forgotten by me, but the first line of poetry still remained in my memory: the rose, the more beautiful, the more brightly colored ... It was winter, and the frost covered the glass with a thin layer of cream. In the gloomy room, a candle lit, I hid in the corner