The houses fell into their places in the picture that filled his mind, he drew in the faces of the towns-people, grouped the servants with his aunt, the whole composition centring in Marfinka.

房子在他脑画面各就各位， 他画了镇上人脸， 把仆人和他姨妈放在一起， 整个构图以尔芬卡为心。

Here and there is born a Saint Theresa, foundress of nothing, whose loving heart-beats and sobs after an unattained goodness tremble off and are dispersed among hindrances, instead of centring in some long-recognizable deed.

到处都诞生了一个圣特蕾莎， 她一无所有， 在未获良之后， 她充满爱意心跳和哭泣颤抖着， 散布在障碍， 而不是集在一些早已被认可行为上。