Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor. He was past sixty and was a failure in art.

Behrman 在她们这座楼房底层的个画家。他年过60，个失败的画家。

Old Behrman was a painter. He was past 60 and earned a little money by being a model.

Behrman 个画家。他已 60 多岁了，做模特赚点小钱为生。

But it was, from a Behrman perspective, good to see him piece something together like this, because he needed to bounce back after what happened in Melbourne.

但从贝赫曼的角度来看，很高兴看到他能像这样拼凑出些东西，因为他需要从墨尔本发生的事情中恢复过来。

Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on a large upside-down waste basket, which stood in for a rock.

贝尔曼穿着他的旧蓝色衬衫，隐士矿工的身份坐在个倒置的大废纸篓上，废纸篓代表着块岩石。

Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

贝尔曼穿着他的旧蓝色衬衫， 隐士矿工的身份坐在个倒置的岩石水壶上。

Obviously, Berman did a great job and I think I think this was a lot more like the real Behrman versus the one we saw in Australia.

显然，伯曼表现出色，我认为这场比赛更像真正的伯曼对决，而非我们在澳大利亚所见的那般。

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them.

贝尔曼画家， 在他们楼下的楼。

Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.

贝尔曼红着眼睛， 流着泪，大喊着对这种愚蠢的想象的蔑视和嘲笑。

Sue and Johnsy had a neighbor called Mr. Behrman.

苏和琼西有个邻居叫贝尔曼先生。

Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below.

苏艾在楼下他那间光线黯淡的斗室里找到了嘴里酒气扑鼻的贝尔曼。

We spoke to Simon Behrman, a law professor from the University of Warwick.

我们采访了华威大学的法律教授 Simon Behrman。

Even chances, said the doctor. With good nursing you'll win. And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too.

“有五成希望。”医生说。“好好护理你会成功的。现在我得去看楼下另个病人。他的名字叫 Behrman，听说也个画家。也肺炎。

" Johnsy, dear, " said Sue, " try to sleep. I must to and ask Behrman to be my model."

“Johnsy，亲爱的，”Sue 说，“试着睡下吧，我必须去找 Behrman 做我的模特。”

Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe.

贝尔曼个失败的画家。他操了四十年的画笔，还远没有摸着艺术女神的衣裙。

A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

贝尔曼穿着他的旧的蓝衬衣，坐在把翻过来充当岩石的铁壶上，扮作隐居的矿工。

Sue found Behrman and told him what Johnsy had said.

ue 找到 Behrman 并告诉他 Johnsy 说的话。

I have something to tell you, she said. Mr Behrman died of pneumonia today. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him in his room downstairs helpless with pain.

“我有件事要告诉你，”她说，“Behrman 先生患肺炎今天去世了。他只病了两天。门房发现他在楼下自己那间房里痛得动弹不了。

Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't.

好吧，贝尔曼先生，你不愿意给我当模特儿就算了。