有些人抽出他们手指碰到的第一张纸条，其他人似乎怀疑命运企图将某一张纸条强加于他们，所以他们刚刚从鞋里抽出一张就又扔回去，再另换一张。时间过得惊人的慢，那个叫Viosin的人靠墙坐着，嘴里叼着尚未点燃的香烟，对他们毫不在意。
Some men drew the first slip that they had touched; others seemed to suspect that fate was trying to force on them a particular slip so when they had drawn a slip from the shoe, whey would let it drop and choose another one. Time went incredibly slowly. The men called Viosin just sat against the wall with an unlighted cigarette in his mouth and paid no attention to others.
