母亲来信了。在初来城里的日子里,文卡总是焦急地等待着母亲的信,一收到信,便急不可待地拆开,贪婪地读着。半年以后,他已是无精打采地拆信了,脸上露出讥诮的冷笑———信中那老一套的内容,不消看他也早知道了。母亲每周都寄来一封信,开头总是千篇一律:“我亲爱的宝贝小文卡,早上(或晚上)好!这是妈妈在给你写信,向你亲切问好,带给你我最良好的祝愿,祝你健康幸福。我在这封短信里首先要告诉你 My mother’s letter. In the first days of the city, Vincke always waited anxiously for the letter of her mother. Upon receipt of the letter, she was eager to disassemble and read with greed. Six months later, he has been a listless dismantle letter, his face cynical cynicism - the letter of the old set of content, do not see that he also knew. Mother sent a letter every week, always beginning with the same style: ”My dear baby wen card, morning (or evening) good! This is my mom to write to you, say hello to you and bring you Best wishes, I wish you health and happiness, I must tell you in this message