But Maslova was silent. She lay down on her bunk, gazing with her squinting eyes into the corner, and remained in that position till evening. Her soul was in torment.

但是玛丝洛娃沉默了。她躺在自己的铺位上，眯着眼睛凝视着角落，一直保持这个姿势直到傍晚。她的灵魂在受折磨。

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

我眼中流泪，以致失明；我的心肠扰乱，肝胆涂地！都因我众民遭毁灭，又因孩童和吃奶的在城内街上发昏。