そう、ボクの意識と想像力は
常にあのサヴィンスキーと草原の樅の木を結ぶ線路の上を行ったり来たりしながら、
降りしきる雪の中でじきに凍りついていった。
My thoughts went backwards and
forwards along the railway
between Savinsky and the fir tree in the meadow so often that
they began to freeze in the snow.