战争

Ｓｈｅｒｗｏｏｄ　Ａｎｄｅｒｓｏｎ

The story came to me from a woman I met on a train. The car was crowded and I took the seat beside her. There was a man in the offing who belonged with her-a slender girlish figure of a man in a heavy brown canvas coat such as teamsters wear in the winter. He moved up and down in the aisle of the car, wanting my place by the woman's side, but I did not know that at the time.