Every Saturday, the street held a small yard sale. Neighbors set up tables full of old things. Basil always helped his neighbors carry boxes outside.
每个星期六，这条街上都会办一个小小的庭院旧货市集。邻居们摆出一张张桌子，上面堆满旧东西。巴兹尔总是帮邻居们把箱子搬到外面。
This Saturday looked just like the others. Zofia sold old books at her usual table. Alkis sold tools from his garage nearby.
这个星期六看起来和往常一样。佐菲娅照旧在她的桌子上卖旧书。阿尔基斯在不远处卖他车库里的工具。
Around ten o'clock, Alkis walked over to Zofia's table. He held something small behind his back. The whole street slowly stopped to watch.
大约十点钟，阿尔基斯走到佐菲娅的桌子前。他的背后藏着一样小东西。整条街渐渐都停下来看着。
"Zofia, I have a question," Alkis said loudly. He got down on one knee in the driveway. Neighbors gathered near them. They forgot their tables completely.
“佐菲娅，我有个问题，”阿尔基斯大声说。他在车道上单膝跪下。邻居们围拢过来。他们把自己的桌子忘得一干二净。
"Marry me?" Alkis asked, holding out a small ring. Zofia covered her mouth with both hands. She nodded fast, unable to speak at first.
“嫁给我好吗？”阿尔基斯问，一边递出一枚小小的戒指。佐菲娅用双手捂住嘴。她拼命点头，一开始激动得说不出话来。
The whole street cheered together. Basil clapped loudly. His hands turned pink.
整条街一起欢呼起来。巴兹尔使劲鼓掌，手都拍红了。
For the next hour, nobody sold a single thing. Everyone crowded around Zofia and Alkis instead. People took turns looking at the ring.
接下来的一个小时里，没有人卖出一件东西。大家都围着佐菲娅和阿尔基斯。人们轮流看那枚戒指。
Basil raised his cup of juice high. "To Zofia and Alkis," he said. "What a yard sale."
巴兹尔高高举起他的果汁杯。“祝佐菲娅和阿尔基斯，”他说，“这真是一场难忘的旧货市集。”
Zofia laughed and hugged every neighbor on the street. Alkis packed up his tools early that day. Nobody minded closing the sale a little early.
佐菲娅笑着拥抱了街上的每一位邻居。阿尔基斯那天早早收起了他的工具。没有人介意市集稍微早点收摊。
The next Saturday, the sale returned to normal. Zofia sold her books again. Now she wore a ring on her hand. Alkis helped Basil carry boxes this time.
下一个星期六，市集恢复了往常的样子。佐菲娅又在卖她的书。现在她的手上戴着一枚戒指。这一回，是阿尔基斯帮巴兹尔搬箱子。
