a bad hat不正经的家伙

When I was little... I used to have a dream about this room. You did? I'd be lying here, and it'd be dark... and cold and frightening. And then... a little flame would come. Just a tiny point of light so big... and yet suddenly everything would be... warm and light and peaceful. And then... someone would come and put the flame out, and I'd be terrified.

我小时候…… 我常做一个关于这个房间的梦。 真的？ 我躺在这儿，四周黑漆漆的…… 又冷又吓人。 然后……会来一小簇火苗。 就那么一点点光，只有这么大…… 可一下子，一切都变得…… 温暖、明亮、安宁。 接着…… 会有人过来把火苗掐灭，我就吓坏了。

This is where my father painted my mother's picture. Strange to think of them here. My father would have his easel to the light, wouldn't he? And perhaps my mother would sit there in her soft, white dress. But sometimes, of course, he'd paint the other one. - "The other one"? - He had a model, you know. A foreign girl. I've never been able to find out much about her. People get awfully hush-hush when I ask them. Between you and me and the grand piano... I suspect Father was a bit of a bad hat. - Artistic temperament? - Very artistic, I'm afraid. But sometimes, you know, it's quite a comfort to me. - In what way? - If Father had been as good as Mother... think how good I'd have been.

我父亲就是在这儿给我母亲画的像。 想到他们曾在这儿，感觉真奇妙。 我父亲总把画架摆在有光的地方，对吧？ 也许我母亲就坐在那儿，穿着柔软的白裙子。 当然，有时候他画的是另一个人。 ——「另一个人」？——他有个模特，你知道的。 一个外国姑娘。 我一直没能打听到多少她的事。 我一问，大家就讳莫如深。 这话只在你我之间说啊…… 我怀疑父亲当年有点不像话。 ——艺术家的脾气？——怕是太艺术家了。 不过你知道吗，有时候这挺让我宽慰的。 ——怎么说？——要是父亲像母亲那样好…… 想想我会变得多好。