正方形地

For a long while she went on sitting, watching the series of retreating candles reflected in the looking-glasses, and expecting (in accordance with the tales she had heard) at one minute to see a coffin, at the next to see him, Prince Andrey, in the furthest, dimmest, indistinct square.

她长久地坐着，从镜中观看一排逐渐消逝的蜡烛，她推测（根据她听见的故事来设想），在末了融入一个模糊不清的正方形的烛光中，时而瞧见一口棺材，时而瞧见他——安德烈公爵。

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。