He buttoned his long coat and crossed the dirt road. He could hear the captain's voice, louder than the rest, yelling after him, "Five rubles, pigeon! If you live!"

他扣紧了长大衣，从泥泞的路上穿过去，耳边仿佛还听见在众人的喧哗声中老板那格外刺耳的声音在他背后厉声叫着：“5个卢布，胆小鬼，如果你还能活着的话！”