芒果街上的小屋第44篇

　　Don't speak english

　　Then one day Mamacita and the baby boy arrived in a yellow taxi. The taxi door opened like a waiter's arm. Out stepped a tiny pink shoe, a foot soft as a rabbit's ear, then the thick ankle, a flutter of hips, fuchsia roses and green perfume. The man had to pull her, the taxicab had to push. Push and pull. Push, pull. Poof!

　　All at once she bloomed. Huge, enormous, beautiful to look at, from the salmon-pink feather on the tip of her hat down to the little rosebuds of her toes. I couldn't take me eyes off her tiny shoes.

　　Up, up, up the stairs she went with the baby boy in a blue blanket, the many carrying her suitcases, her lavender hatboxes, a dozen boxes of satin high heels. Then we didn't see her.

　　后来有一天，玛玛西塔和小男孩坐一辆黄色出租车来了。出租车门像侍者的手臂一样打开。迈出来一只粉色小鞋，一只兔子耳朵一样柔嫩的脚。接着是肥肥的脚踝、扇动的臀、紫红玫瑰和绿色香水。那个男人得在外面拉，出租车死机得在里面推，推呀拉呀，推呀啦。出来了！

　　上去，上去，她抱着蓝色毯子里的小男娃走上了楼梯。男人拎着他的衣箱、紫色帽盒，十几盒缎面高跟鞋。然后，我们就看不到她了。