Zetta looked down at the frayed edge of the old blue tunic, then nodded.

Zetta 低头看着那件破旧的蓝色束腰外衣磨损的边缘， 然后点了点头。

I remember it was spare, clean, dimly lit by a pair of kerosene lamps. There were two mattresses on opposite sides of the room, a worn Herati rug with frayed edges in between.

我记得它狭小而干净，点着两盏煤油灯，光线昏暗。屋里两端各摆着一床褥子，一张破旧的赫拉特（Herati，阿富汗西部城市）出产的地毯四边磨损，摆在中间。