乌克兰首都居民为应对停电、无人机袭击和严寒，储备发电机、食物和‘干式淋浴’用品。感觉像是夏天的最后一天。
Residents of Ukraine’s capital prepare for power cuts, drones and bitter cold by stocking up on generators, food and ‘dry showers’ It felt like the last day of summer. On a Sunday afternoon in late September, people in Kyiv strolled through the city’s botanical gardens, admiring the late-flowering dahlias. Later, the terraces in the Podil area – a neighbourhood full of bars, patisseries and bookshops – filled up with customers in search of a cocktail.
9月下旬的一个周日下午，基辅市民在植物园漫步，欣赏晚开的大丽花。
Residents of Ukraine’s capital prepare for power cuts, drones and bitter cold by stocking up on generators, food and ‘dry showers’ It felt like the last day of summer. On a Sunday afternoon in late September, people in Kyiv strolled through the city’s botanical gardens, admiring the late-flowering dahlias. Later, the terraces in the Podil area – a neighbourhood full of bars, patisseries and bookshops – filled up with customers in search of a cocktail.
随后，波迪尔区的露台——这个遍布酒吧、糕点店和书店的街区——坐满了寻找鸡尾酒的顾客。这种田园诗般的景象只是幻觉。随着天色渐暗，防空系统开始轰鸣。
Residents of Ukraine’s capital prepare for power cuts, drones and bitter cold by stocking up on generators, food and ‘dry showers’ It felt like the last day of summer. On a Sunday afternoon in late September, people in Kyiv strolled through the city’s botanical gardens, admiring the late-flowering dahlias. Later, the terraces in the Podil area – a neighbourhood full of bars, patisseries and bookshops – filled up with customers in search of a cocktail.
当一个弹丸砰然落在酒吧桌上时，饮酒者们先是缩了一下，然后笑了。那只是头顶栗子树上掉下来的栗子果。
The idyll was an illusion. As the day darkened, the air defence began its rumble and boom. When a projectile fell with an explosive smack on a bar table, the drinkers flinched and then laughed. It was only a conker from the chestnut tree overhead. Nursing a glass of rosé, writer Myroslav Laiuk talked about the picnic he and his wife had had the previous evening, in a park in the Obolon district – prosecco in proper glasses, cheese and charcuterie. Then a drone was shot down above their heads. Very pretty, he said, with a smile. Shooting stars. Time to make a wish.
作家米罗斯拉夫·拉尤克手捧一杯桃红葡萄酒，讲述了他和妻子前一天晚上在奥博隆区公园的野餐——用正规酒杯喝普罗塞克起泡酒，配着奶酪和熟肉制品。随后，一架无人机在他们头顶被击落。“很漂亮，”他微笑着说。流星。该许愿了。
The idyll was an illusion. As the day darkened, the air defence began its rumble and boom. When a projectile fell with an explosive smack on a bar table, the drinkers flinched and then laughed. It was only a conker from the chestnut tree overhead. Nursing a glass of rosé, writer Myroslav Laiuk talked about the picnic he and his wife had had the previous evening, in a park in the Obolon district – prosecco in proper glasses, cheese and charcuterie. Then a drone was shot down above their heads. Very pretty, he said, with a smile. Shooting stars. Time to make a wish.