阅读理解。
He sat down in one of the chairs.The air was better here, spoilt only by the smell of cigarette smoke.This room was obviously used not only as a place of useless junk and of diseased patients but also as a resting room where people could drop in for a quiet smoke.
There was complete silence all around him.He was aware at last-the realization came to him gradually-that this was really the end, it was all over, he could simply get up and go.But he had no place to go and no reason for going.He closed his eyes, and from the very depth of his being he felt a desperate sorrow rising:like dogs, here and there, like dogs on a rubbish heap.She is gone forever.He heard a soft rustling(瑟瑟声)sound and, looking up, saw crows silently flying against the grey autumn sky, just like when they were small children and went racing out into the fields.The sight calmed him a little, and he waited for the familiar sounds, but nothing came, nothing disturbed the silence all about him.
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