There was a group of shabbily dressed men smoking and laughing in a corner, a scissors-grinder with his wheel, two guardsmen who were flirting with a nurse-girl, and several well-dressed young men who were lounging up and down with cigars in their mouths.

街头拐角有一群穿得破破烂烂、抽着烟、说说，一个带着脚踏磨轮磨剪子，两个正在同保姆调情警，以及几个衣着体面、嘴里叼着雪茄烟、吊儿郎当年轻。

Twice more in the darkness the bell at the great gate sounded, and the irruption was repeated, and the grindstone whirled and spluttered.

黑暗中，大门上铃又响了两次，每次都有群冲进来， 磨轮旋转着， 发出嘶嘶声。

Nevertheless, its charm lay chiefly in the past; for the scissor-grinder's wheel had hissed in his childish ears.

然而，它魅力主要在于过去。因为剪刀磨轮在他幼稚耳朵里发出嘶嘶声。