So they returned to their villages and are told they're going to get sick and die soon, but five happy years, their logic goes, is better than 10 stuck in a high rise on the outskirts of Kiev, separated from the graves of their mothers and fathers and babies, the whisper of stork wings on a spring afternoon.
所以他们回到自己的村庄， 并且得知他们会病，很快会死， 但他们的逻辑认为，快乐的五年 比起住在基辅郊区里 的高楼大厦十年要好， 和自己的母亲， 父亲和孩子的坟墓分离， 还有春天时鹳的翅膀的微微细语。