Chapter 7 Sixth March

night school two days Last night, my father took me to visit the night school.The lights have been turned on in the school, and laborers are gradually gathering from all sides.I went in and saw that the principal and other gentlemen were angry, saying that someone threw stones just now and broke the glass window.The janitor ran out and grabbed a child from the crowd.At this time, people who live in the opposite direction of Mendis said: "It wasn't him, I saw it. It was Wu Landi who threw the stone. Wu Landi once said to me: If you tell me, I will not let you go! But I am not afraid of him."

Mr. Principal said that Wu Landi must be expelled.At this time, two or three hundred laborers had gathered.I think the night school is really interesting, there are children about twelve years old, there are bearded adults with books and notebooks who just came back from the workshop, there are carpenters, black-faced stokers, and stonemasons with lime on their hands There are bakery apprentices with white powdered hair, the smell of lacquer, leather, fish, oil,—the smell of all professions.In addition, the employees of the artillery factory also wore military uniforms, and came in large numbers led by the corporal commander.Everyone hurriedly found a seat, bowed their heads and started working.

Some opened their notebooks and went to the teacher to ask for clarification. I saw that handsome gentleman who was usually called "little lawyer" was surrounded by four or five laborers and corrected something with a pen.A person from a dye shop decorated the notebook with red and blue paints, which made the peddling gentleman laugh.My husband has recovered from his illness, and he can still teach tomorrow, and he will be in school at night.The door of the classroom is open, and everything can be seen from the outside.After class, I admire their enthusiasm for keeping their eyes on the books.According to the principal, in order not to be late, they probably didn't have dinner formally, and some even came on an empty stomach.

But half an hour later, the younger one was about to lie down on the table and do a ton, and one of them leaned his head on the chair and fell asleep.Mr. touched his ear with the pen to wake him up.The adults don't doze off, they just open their mouths intently and pay attention to their homework.It touched me to see those bearded people working in our little chairs.We went upstairs again to the door of the classroom at my level, and saw a man with a beard and bandages sitting on my seat. His hand was probably crushed by a machine in the workshop, and he was slowly It's written. The most interesting thing is the tall father of the "Little Mason". He sat on the seat facing the "Little Mason", packed the chairs full, rested his head on his hand, and read a book there wholeheartedly.This is no accident.It is said that on the first night he came to the school, he consulted with the headmaster:

"Mr. Principal! Please let me sit in our Rabbithead's seat!" He always called his son "Rabbithead". My father stayed with me until the end of class.Walking to the street, I saw women holding their children and waiting for their husbands to come out of night school.At the school gate, the husband took the children from his wife, handed the books and notebooks to the wife, and everyone went home together.For a moment the street was full of human voices, but after a while it gradually quieted down.Finally, the tall and thin figure of the principal disappeared in front of him.

fight five days This was what was expected: Wu Landi was ordered to drop out of school by the principal, and wanted to take revenge on Si Daidi, so he intentionally waited for Si Daidi on the road.Sidai went to the girls' school on Main Street every day to take the girls home. As soon as Sister Shelvey walked out of the school, she saw them fighting and fled back home in panic.It is said that the situation is as follows: Wu Landi put the wax cloth hat on one side beside his left ear, quietly rushed to the back of Si Dadi, and deliberately pulled back his sister's hair.His sister almost fell on her back and began to cry.Si Dadi looked back and saw that it was Zhu Landi, and he seemed to say: "I am much older than you, you don't dare to make a sound, if you dare to say anything, I will knock you down."

Unexpectedly, Si Dadi was not afraid. Although he was small in stature, he jumped over to grab the enemy and punched him.But instead of hitting him, he gave the enemy a good beating.At this time, there was no one else on the street except the female students, and no one came to pull them away.Don't Landi knocked Sidai down on the ground, messing up and multiplying.In an instant, Si Dai's ears were broken, his eyes were swollen, and blood came out of his nose.Even so, Sidaidi still did not give in, and said angrily: "If you want to kill, kill, I will never spare you!" Two people, up or down, wrestled with each other.A woman shouted from the window: "I hope the younger one wins!" Others also shouted: "He protects the girl, hit it! Hit it! Hit harder!" She also scolded Wu Landi: "Bullying! This weak man! Cowardly thing!" Wu Landi twisted his belt like crazy.

"Have you taken it yet?" "Not convinced!" "Have you taken it yet?" "Not convinced!" Si Dadi suddenly got up, rushed towards Wu Landi desperately, pushed Wu Landi down on the step stone with all his strength, and rode on him by himself. "Ah! This guy has a knife!" A man next to him yelled, and ran over to grab Wu Lannan's knife.Stiles was so enraged that he forgot himself, and now he caught the enemy's arm with both hands, bit his hand, and dropped the knife.Wu Landi's hands were bleeding.It happened that many people came to pull the two of them apart, and Wu Landi fled away in a panic.With a face covered in bruises and one black eye, Si Dadi stood beside the crying girl with triumphant pride.Two or three girls helped him pick up the books and notebooks scattered in the street.

"Capable! Capable! Protected the girl." Others said. Stanley valued the leather bag more than the victory in the fight.He checked the books and notebooks to see if any were lost or damaged.Brush the book with the sleeve and count the number of the pen, and put it in the original place.Then say to the girl as usual: "Go back quickly! I still have a piece of arithmetic that I haven't performed yet!" Parents of Students VI Si Daidi's father came here today to welcome his son in case he would meet Wu Landi again.In fact, Wu Landi has already been sent to the reformatory school and will not come out again.

Many parents of students came today.There was also Cleti's father, who was very like his son, a small, brisk man with stiff hair and a medal in the buttonhole of his coat.I know almost every parent of my students. There is a stooped old woman whose grandson is in the second grade. She walks up and down the school four times a day, rain or snow.Putting on the child's coat, taking off the coat, adjusting the tie, dusting off the dust, tidying up the notebook.Apart from this grandson, this old woman probably has nothing else to miss about the world.There is also the captain of artillery, father of Lopeti, whose foot was run over by a carriage, and he is also a frequent visitor.Lopeti's friends hugged Lopeti when they returned home, and his father hugged them back as a gift.He cherishes poor children in rough clothes even more, and always thanks them.

There is also a very pitiful thing: there was a gentleman who brought his sons here every day, because one of his sons died, and he only asked his maid to accompany him for a month.I came to school by chance yesterday, met my child's friend, hid in the corner of the room and covered his face with his hands and cried.The principal saw it, took his hand, and went to the principal's office together. Some of these many parents can remember the names of all their son's friends.Some students from the girl's school or middle school next door brought their younger brothers.There was an old gentleman who used to be a senior officer. When he saw that the students had lost books and notebooks, he picked them up for him.In school, I often see well-dressed gentlemen and people with handkerchiefs on their heads or people with baskets in their hands, talking about their sons together, saying: "This arithmetic problem is difficult!" "That grammar class is too much to teach today." If a student in the same class is sick, everyone knows.As soon as the disease is cured, everyone is happy.Today, around the wild vegetable seller's mother in Closie, there are about ten gentlemen and workers standing around, asking about the symptoms of a child who is in the same class as my brother.This child lives near the vegetable seller and is suffering from a dangerous disease.In school, people of all classes have become equal friends. The prisoner of the seventy-eight eighth I saw a touching thing yesterday afternoon.In the past four or five days, when the wild vegetable seller met Delosi, she always looked at him with respect and love.Because since Delosi knew about the prisoner No. 78 and the ink bottle, she loved the wild vegetable woman's son, the red-haired child with a crippled hand, in school. Help him from time to time, teach him what he doesn't know, or give him pencils and paper.Delosi sympathized with his father's misfortune, so he loved him like his own brother. During these four or five days, the mother who sells wild vegetables always stares at Delosi when she sees him.This mother is a kind woman who lives only for her son.Delosi is a gentleman's son and a prefect, and she can love her son so much. In her eyes, Delosi has become a prince or a holy flame figure.Every time she looked at Delosi, she seemed to have something to say but dared not say it.By yesterday morning, after all, she stopped Delosi at the school gate and said: "Brother, I'm really sorry! You love my son so much, are you willing to accept a souvenir from my poor mother?" He said, taking out a small fruit box from the vegetable basket. Delosi blushed and declined plainly, saying: "Please give it to your own son! I won't accept it." The woman became embarrassed and faltered in her defense. "It's nothing fancy, it's some sugar cubes!" Still shaking his head, Delosi said, "No." Then the woman blushed and took out a bunch of radishes from the basket: "Then, please take this! It's still fresh—give it to your mother!" Delosi smiled: "No, thank you! I don't want anything. I'd like to help Closie as much as I can, but I won't accept anything. Thank you!" The woman was ashamed and asked: "Are you angry?" "No, no." Delosi said with a smile and left. The woman was so happy that she said to herself: "Jian! I've never seen such a beautiful buddy!" I always thought that this was the end of the matter, but unexpectedly around four in the afternoon, when the mother didn't come, his thin father with a sad face came.He stopped Delosi, as if he felt that Delosi already knew his secret.He just looked at Delosi, and whispered to Delosi in a soft voice: "You love my son. Why do you love him so much?" Delosi blushed like fire, he probably wanted to say: "I love him because he is unfortunate. And because his father is an unfortunate man, a man who paid for his sins faithfully, and a man with a heart." But he did not have the courage to say this after all.I probably saw a prisoner who had killed someone and lived in prison for six years, and I couldn't help feeling frightened.Closi's father seemed to be aware of this, so he whispered into Delosi's ear, almost trembling when he said: "Perhaps you love my son and dislike me as a father?" "Where, where! There is no such thing." Delosi shouted from the bottom of his heart. Closi's father then approached and wanted to wrap his wrist around Delosi's neck, but finally he dared not do so. He just inserted his fingers into the golden hair and stroked it for a while.He looked at Delosi again with tears in his eyes, put his hand on his mouth and kissed, as if to say, this kiss is for you.He took his son and left in a hurry. The Thirteenth Day of the Child's Death The second-grade kid who lived near the vegetable seller—my brother's friend—was dead.On Saturday afternoon, Mr. Delcati came to inform our husband in a very sad face.Caron and Cletti asked to carry the child's coffin themselves.That kid is a good boy, he received a medal last week, and he is very close to my brother.When my mother saw that child, she always wanted to hug him.His father wore a hat with two red lines and was a railway station boy. We all went to his home yesterday (Sunday) at 4:30 p.m. for a funeral. They live downstairs.The second-grade students were already led by their mothers, waiting there with candles in their hands.There were four or five people who arrived, besides the neighbors nearby.Looking from the window, the lady with the red hat and feathers and Mr. Derkati were weeping in the room, and the mother was crying loudly.Two ladies (the mother of the child's friend) were also there with a wreath each. The funeral started at five o'clock sharp.In the front is the child clinging to the cross, followed by the monk, and then the coffin—a small coffin, in which the child lay!It was covered with a black cloth, with two wreaths on it, and on one side of the black cloth was his new award medal.Caron, Cletti and two nearby children carried the coffin.Behind the coffin was Mr. Delcati, crying as if her son had died, followed by other ladies, and then the children.Many of them were young children holding Dong Hua in one hand and looking at the coffin curiously, while their mothers carried it in the other.The mothers held candles in their hands.I heard a child say this: "Can't I see him at school again?" When the coffin was just going out, I heard a mournful cry from the window, and that was the child's mother.Someone immediately helped her into the house.When the procession reached the street, they met university students walking in two files. They took off their hats when they saw the coffin with the medals on it and the ladies. what!The child hangs a reward card and sleeps forever!His red hat, I can never see him again!He was very strong, but he died within four days!I heard: On the day of his death, he said that he would do school exercises. He once got up, but he refused to let the family members put the award plaque on the bed, saying that it would be lost!what!Your reward card will never be lost!Goodbye!We will never forget you no matter when!Sleep peacefully!My little friend! The night before March 14th Happier today than yesterday, March 13th - the eve of the funniest Victoria Emanuel Pavilion prize-giving ceremony of the year!Also, the method of selecting the people who will present the certificates to the officials this time is very interesting.Class will be withdrawn today, Mr. Principal came to the classroom: "My lords! There is good news!" Then he called the boy from Graleria: "Korasi!" The Graberian boy stood up, and the headmaster said: "Would you like to do the task of presenting the certificate to the magistrate tomorrow?" "Yes," replied the Graberian boy. "Very good!" said the principal. "Then, there are also representatives from Graleria, which is really the best thing. This year, the city council wants to select more than a dozen teenagers who will receive awards from all over Italy, and it is said that they will be selected from primary school students. There are 20 small schools and five branch schools in this city, with a total of 7,000 students. Among them are the children representing the 12 districts of Italy. The school is sent by Genoa and Graberia, how? This is It’s a very interesting way. The rewards for you are compatriots from all over Italy. Try it tomorrow! Twelve people will go on the stage together, and there will be a lot of applause at that time! Although these few are teenagers, they represent the country just like adults. Little The national tricolor is the same symbol of Italy as the big tricolor! So applaud and show that even children like you are burning with enthusiasm in front of the holy motherland!" The principal finished speaking and left. Our husband smiled and said: "Then, Ke Laxi has become the representative of Gradonia!" Everyone clapped and laughed.When we got to the street, we hugged Korasi by the leg, lifted him high, and shouted "Long live Graleria!" This was not a joke, because we wanted to congratulate the child and say it with good intentions .Korasi is usually the person my friends like.He laughed, and we carried him to the bend where we bumped into a gentleman with a black beard. The gentleman smiled.Korasi said, "My father!" When we heard this, we handed Korasi into his father's wrist and dragged them around. The 14th day of the award ceremony At two o'clock, the theater was full. ——The pool seats, box seats, and the stage are full of people.There are thousands of faces, including children, natus, husbands, officials, women, and babies.The head moved, the hands moved, the hat feathers, ribbons, and hair moved, and the sound was melodious.The interior of the theater is decorated with white, red and green flowers, and there are two steps on the left and right from his seat to the stage.The students who received the prize went up from the right, and the students who received the prize came down from the left.There is a row of red chairs in the center of the stage, two laurel wreaths are hung on one chair in the middle, and a large number of flags are behind it.A little to the side, there is a small green table with awards tied with three-color ribbons.The band is in the pool seats below the stage.The seats for the gentlemen in the school are set in the corner of the box.There are many children singing in the middle of his seat, and behind and on both sides are seats for students receiving prizes.Gentlemen and gentlemen rushed to place them.Parents of many students huddled beside their children, fixing their hair or collars. I got into the box seat with my family.The young lady in the red feather hat smiled across the face, and all the smiles appeared.Next to her, my younger brother's lady, the "nun" in black, and my second-grade lady were all there.My lady husband is pale and pitiful, and coughs badly.Cuaron's big head, and Nelly's blond head leaning against Calon's shoulders, were seen in his seat; and beyond that, the crow-nosed Calofe had put the slip of paper with the names of the recipients on it. Collected many.This must be exchanged for something, we will know tomorrow.Near the entrance, couples from the firewood shop came in with new clothes and collars.Cleti changed into a cat fur hat and brown trousers today, and dressed like a gentleman. I was surprised when I saw it.In the box seat, Huatini's face with a thread collar was seen, but it disappeared after a while.Near the railing of the stage, in the crowd, sat Lopeti's father, the Captain of Artillery, who had been limped by a carriage. As soon as two o'clock came, the band started playing.At the same time, the mayor, the governor, the judge and other gentlemen, all wearing black dresses, walked onto the stage from the right and sat on the red chairs in front.The teacher who taught singing in the school stood in front with his baton, and the children in his seat stood up at his signal, and started singing when they saw the second signal.Seven hundred children sang together. It was a really good song. The crowd listened in silence. It was a quiet and cheerful song, like a hymn in a church.After singing, there was a burst of clapping, followed by silence.And so the awarding of prizes begins.The red-haired, sharp-eyed little teacher from my third grade came up to the front of the stage, ready to read the names of the recipients.Everyone was anxiously looking forward to the appearance of the twelve teenagers with awards, because the newspapers had already published the news that representatives from all regions of Italy would be elected this year, so everyone from the mayor, gentlemen and ordinary spectators seemed to be waiting. Looking at the entrance of the stage, the arena became silent again. Suddenly, twelve teenagers came onto the stage, lined up in a row.All there smiling.Three thousand people in the audience stood up at the same time, clapping like thunder, and twelve teenagers stood bewildered. "Look at the weather in Italy!" Someone shouted in the field.The Graberia boy was still wearing his usual black clothes.A person from the municipal office who sat with us knew the twelve teenagers completely, and he told my mother one by one.Among the twelve people, two or three are dressed as gentlemen, and the rest are sons of workers, and their clothes are very casual.The youngest Florentine child, wrapped in a blue kerchief.The teenagers passed in front of the mayor, and the mayor kissed their foreheads one by one, and the gentleman sitting next to him told the mayor where they were born.Everyone passed, and the crowd clapped.When they approached the green table to pick up the certificates, my husband read the recipients' school names, class names, and names aloud.The winners go up the stage from the right. When the first student goes down, the sound of the violin comes from a distance behind the stage, and it doesn't stop until the winners have passed.It was a soft and peaceful tone, like a woman whispering.The honorees passed in front of the gentlemen one by one, and the gentlemen handed them the certificates, some talked to them, and some rubbed them with their hands. Whenever very small children, children with ragged clothes, children with shaggy hair, children with red eyes or white eyes pass by, the children in the pool seat and the box seat clap their hands loudly.There was a second-grade elementary school student who came on stage and suddenly became at a loss. As for getting lost, he didn't know where to go.There was another child with a peach-colored ribbon on his back. He barely climbed onto the stage, tripped over the carpet and fell over. The governor helped him up and everyone clapped and laughed again.Another one fell into the pool seat and cried when he stepped off the stage.Fortunately no injuries.There are all kinds of children: some are very quick, some are very honest, some are as red as cherries, and some are ready to laugh at everyone.As soon as they stepped off the stage, their father or mother came and led them. When it was our school's turn, I was so happy.I know a lot of students, but Rongdi passed through with a new outfit from head to toe, showing her teeth and smiling.Who knows how many bundles of firewood he has carried since morning!When the mayor presented him with the certificate, he asked him why there was a red mark on his forehead. He explained the reason, and the mayor put his hand on his shoulder.I went to the seat to see his parents, and they were all smiling with their mouths covered.Then came Delosi.He was wearing a blue jacket with shiny buttons, and he lifted his blond head up leisurely, that kind of abundance is really noble.I can't wait to give him a kiss from a distance.The gentlemen spoke to him, or shook his hand. Next, the sir called Syria Lopeti.The captain's son went up on crutches.Many children had known about the previous disaster, and the voices rose up from 40,000, and the sound of clapping and applause almost shook the entire theater.The men stood up, the women waved their handkerchiefs, and Lopez stood in the center of the stage in shock.The mayor brought him up, gave him prizes, kissed him, took the February laurel wreath hanging from the chair, and tied it on the head of his cane for him.He took him with him to the railing of the stage where his father, the captain, was sitting.The captain hugged his son, and sat him beside him amid thunderous applause. The gentle sound of the violin continued to play.Students from other schools entered the field, some schools full of the sons of small merchants, others full of the sons of workers or peasants.After all passed, the seven hundred children in his seat sang interesting songs again.Then came the mayor's speech, followed by the judge's speech.At the end of the judge's speech, he said to the children: "However, before you leave here, you should thank those who have worked so hard for you! There are many people who have done their best for you, lived for you, and died for you! Many people are there, you see !" When he said that, he pointed to the gentleman's seat in the box seat.So the students in the box seat and the pool seat stood up and stretched out their hands to call out to the gentlemen, and the gentlemen also stood up and waved or raised their hats and handkerchiefs to answer them.Then, the band played again.Twelve teenagers representing all regions of Italy came to the front of the stage and stood hand in hand in a row. The whole audience burst into cheers like cracking throats, and flowers fell like rain from the boys' heads. ten days of quarrel I scolded Cletti today not because I was jealous of him because he received a prize, but because it was my fault.I was sitting next to him, and I was transcribing the monthly story "The Blood of Lomagna", because "Little Mason" was ill, and I was transcribing for him. —he touched my arm, and the ink stained the paper.I scolded him, but he smiled and said, "I didn't do that on purpose." I know his character, so I should trust him and stop haggling with him.But his smile really displeased me, I thought: "This guy has received a prize, it seems to be a serious matter!" So I couldn't help bumping his arm, which also stained his copybook.Kletti blushed, "You did it on purpose!" She raised her hands as she spoke.It just so happened that Mr. turned his head back, and he held back his hands, "I'll be waiting for you outside!" I became sad, my anger subsided, and I felt that I was really bad.Cletti would not do such a thing on purpose, he is a good person.At the same time, I remembered that I had visited Coretti at his home, and I remembered all the things that Cletti worked at home, took care of his mother's illness, everyone welcomed him when he came to my house, and my father valued him. stand up.I thought to myself: I don't say that kind of thing, I don't do such unkind things, how good it is!I also thought of what my father said to me on weekdays: "If you think you are wrong, apologize immediately!" But apologizing is always somewhat reluctant, and I feel that such a humiliating thing cannot be done anyway.I turned my eyes to Cletti, and saw that the shoulder of his jacket was torn, probably because he carried too much firewood.When I saw this, I thought Cletti was cute.I said to myself: "Jian! Apologize!" But the words "I'm sorry" couldn't come out of my mouth.Cretti looked at me sideways from time to time, and his expression seemed not to be angry with me, but to pity me.But because I wanted to show that I was not afraid of him, I still answered him with blank eyes. "I'll wait for you outside!" Cletti repeated.I replied, "Okay!" Suddenly, referring to my father, I said, "If someone comes to harm you, just defend yourself, don't fight!" I thought, "I'm just defending, not fighting." Even so, I don't know why It's always hard, I can't listen to some of what my husband said.Finally, when it was time for class to end, I went out into the street, and Coretti followed.I stood still with the ruler in my hand, and when Cletti approached, I raised the ruler. "No! Amrico!" said Coretti, smiling and pushing the ruler away with her hands, and said, "Let's be reconciled as before!" I stood trembling.Suddenly, I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder, and I was hugged by him.He kissed me and said: "Let's leave it at that! Okay?" "Forget it! Forget it!" I answered him, and they parted on good terms. When I got home, I told my father about it, in order to please him.Unexpectedly, my father turned his face straight and said: "Shouldn't you apologize to him first? It's your fault!" Then he said: "Compared to your noble friends—and to the son of a soldier, can you pick up a ruler and beat him?" I grabbed the ruler in my hand, broke it into two pieces, and threw it aside. my sister twenty-four An Like!Because of the matter with Cletti, you were scolded by your father, so you vented your anger on me and said very embarrassing things to me.Why?How I was in pain.Xin, don't you know?When you were a baby, I didn't even go to play with my friends. I was with you by the cradle all day long.When you were sick, I would always get up every night and try to mold your fiery forehead with my hands.do not you know?An Like!Although you treat your sister badly, if the family encounters a big misfortune, the sister will represent the mother and love you like your own son!do not you know?In the future, after the death of your father, mother and son, there will be no one else who will be your best friend to comfort you except this sister!If it is a last resort, I will work for you, raise bread for you, and plan tuition fees for you.I love you all my life, if you go far away, I can't even see you, my heart is always far away from you.what!An Like!When you grow up or encounter misfortune in the future, and no one will be your partner anymore, you will definitely come to me and say to me: "Sister! Let's live together! Let's talk about the happy time in the past. Don’t you remember the situation of your mother, the situation of our family at that time, and the situation of our happy life before? 7 Everyone, let’s talk about this again! "Arico!Your sister is always waiting for you with open arms no matter what time it is!An Like!I have scolded you before, please forgive me!Your bad, I have already forgotten.Whatever you make me suffer, what is it!No matter what, you will always be my brother!I only remember that when you were young, I hugged you, loved your parents with you, watched you grow up, and have been your companion for a long time: other than that, I forgot everything!Therefore, please write some kind words to me in this book, and I will come here to see it again at night.Also, the "Blood of Lomagna" that you want to write, I have already transcribed it for you.You seem to be tired!Please open your drawer and have a look!I wrote this after staying up all night while you were fast asleep.Write me some kind words!An Like!I hope you! ——Sister Relvi I am not qualified to kiss my sister's hand! ——An Like Blood of Lomagna (Monthly Story) That night, Ferruccio's house was very calm.My father runs a grocery store and went to the market to distribute the goods. Because the child has an eye disease, my mother also followed my father to the city to ask for a doctor, but I couldn't come back tomorrow.It was already midnight, and the maid who helped during the day had returned home before dark, leaving only the old grandmother with disabled feet and thirteen-year-old Ferruccio in the house.His house was not far from the Rue de la Lomagna, on the same level as the main road.There was only one vacant house nearby, which had been destroyed by fire a month earlier, and the sign of the inn still remained.There is a small courtyard behind Ferruccio's house, surrounded by fences, and there are wooden doors to enter and exit.The store door faces the main road, which is the entrance and exit of the house.All around were silent fields, here and there mulberry trees. The night gradually deepened, it rained suddenly, and the wind blew up again.Ferruccio and his grandmother were still awake in the kitchen.Between the kitchen and the patio is a small storage room filled with old furniture.Ferruccio went out to play and didn't come back until about eleven o'clock.Grandmother didn't sleep worrying, and when he came back, she just sat motionless in the big easy chair.His grandmother often lived like this, and sometimes she sat like this until dawn, because she was short of breath and couldn't lie down. The rain continued to fall, the wind and rain beat the windows and doors, and the night was so dark that there was no light.Ferruccio came back very tired, his body was covered with mud, his clothes were torn in several places, and he had a scar on his forehead.This is the reason why he and his friends got into a fight with stones.He had had another row tonight, and lost all his money in gambling, and left his hat in the ditch. There was only one small oil lamp in the kitchen, which was lit in the corner of the easy chair.The grandmother saw her child's distressed state in the light, and she had roughly guessed about eight or nine points, but she still interrogated him and asked him to confess the bad things he had done. A grandmother loves her grandson with all her heart.When you understand everything, you don't feel like crying.After a while, he said: "Swallow! You don't miss your grandmother at all! Heartless grandson! Take advantage of your parents' absence and make grandmother angry like this! You have left me in the cold for a day! Are you completely ignoring me? Be careful! Ferru You're on the wrong track, Joe! If it goes on like this, you're going to suffer right away! If you did something like this when you were a kid, you'll be a villain when you grow up. I know a lot. Fighting with children, spending money, and fighting with stones and knives, I am afraid that the result will turn from a gambler into a terrible-thief!" Ferruccio stood far away by the closet and listened, his chin touched his chest, his brows were furrowed, as if the anger of fighting had not subsided.The maroon hair covered the forehead, and Qingbi's eyes were drooping. "From a gambler to a thief!" the grandmother repeated, sobbing. "Think about it, Ferruccio! But look at that scoundrel Hanvedo Mozzoni! He's floating in the streets now, he's only twenty-four years old, he's been in prison twice. His mother finally Died of grief over him, the mother I knew all along. My father was also very angry and fled to Switzerland. Like your father, even if he saw him, he would not talk to him. Just think of the evil Come on, that guy is hanging around with his gang now, and he will never be able to keep his head! I have known him since he was a child, and he was just like you back then. Think for yourself! You Do you want your parents to suffer like that?" Ferruccio listened calmly, without any regrets.What he did was done out of whim and without malice.His father usually indulged him too much, because he knew that his son was in a good mood and sometimes behaved very well, so he deliberately watched and waited for him to wake up.The nature of this child is not evil, but he is very stubborn. Even when he repents in his heart, it is very important to ask him to say, "If I am wrong, I will not do it next time. Please forgive me!" difficult.Sometimes the heart is filled with tender emotions, but pride never causes him to express them. "Ferruccio," continued the grandmother, noticing that her grandson was silent, "haven't you even confessed your mistake? I'm already very ill, don't make me suffer like this! I am your mother." Mother! Don't treat me so badly when I am dying! How I loved you! When you were young, I used to get up every night to push the cradle for you, because I wanted to make you happy. I once reduced food for you—you may not know, I often say that this child is my future support. Now you actually want to curb and kill me! Even if you want to kill me, it doesn’t matter, I don’t have much anyway Life is alive! May you be a good boy for me! May you be a meek boy, as I took you to church. Do you remember, Ferruccio! That时你曾把小石呀、草呀，塞满在我怀里呢，我等你睡熟，就抱了你回来的。那时，你很爱我哩！我虽然已身体不好，仍总想你爱我；我除了你以外，在世界中别无可以依靠的人了！我已一脚踏入坟墓里了！啊！天啊！" 费鲁乔心中充满了悲哀，正想把身子投到祖母的怀里去。忽然朝着天井的间壁的室中有轻微的轧轧的声音；听不出是风打窗门呢，还是什么。 费鲁乔侧了头注意去听。 雨正如注地下着。 轧轧的声音又来了，连祖母也听到了。 "那是什么？"祖母过了一会儿很担心地问。 "是雨。"费鲁乔说。 老人拭了眼泪： "那么，费鲁乔！以后要规规矩矩，币要再使祖母流泪啊！" 那声音又来了，老人洁白了脸说："这不是雨声呢！你去看来！慨而又牵住了孙子的手说："你留在这里。 " 两人屏息不出声，耳中只听见雨声。 邻室中好像有人的脚音，两人不觉栗然震抖。 "谁？"费鲁乔勉强恢复了呼吸怒叫。 no answer. "谁？"又震栗着问。 话犹未完，两人不觉惊叫起来，两个男子突然跳进室中来了。一个捉住了费鲁乔，把手掩住他的口，别的一个卡住了老妇人的喉咙。 "一出声，就没有命哩！"第一个说。 "不许声张！"另一个说了举着短刀。 两个都黑布罩着脸，只留出眼睛。 室中除了四人的粗急的呼吸声和雨声以外，一时什么声音都没有。老妇人喉头格格作响，眼珠几乎要爆裂出来。 那捉住着费鲁乔的一个，把口附了费鲁乔的耳说："你老子把钱藏在哪里介 费鲁乔震抖着牙齿，用很细的声音答说："那里的——橱中。" "随了我来！"那男子说着紧紧抑住他的喉间，拉了同到堆物间里去。地板上摆着昏暗的玻璃灯。 "橱在什么地方？"那男子催问。 费鲁乔喘着气指示橱的所在。 那男子恐费鲁乔逃走，将他推倒在地，用两腿夹住他的头，如果他一出声，就可用两腿把他的喉头夹紧。男子口上衔了短对，一手提了灯，一手从袋中取出钉子样的东西来塞入锁孔中回旋，锁坏了，橱门也开了，于是急急地翻来倒去到处搜索，将钱塞在怀里。一时把门关好，忽而又打开重新搜索一遍，然后仍卡住了费鲁乔的喉头，回到那捉住老妇人的男子的地方来。老妇人正仰了面挣动身子，嘴张开着。 "得了吗？"别一个低声问。 "得了。"第一个回答。"留心进来的地方！"又接着说。那捉住老妇人的男子，跑到天井门口去看，知道了没有人在那里，就低声地说："来！" 那捉住费鲁乔的男子，留在后面，把短刀擎到两人面前："敢响一声吗？当心我回来割断你们的喉管！"说着又怒目地盯视了两人一会儿。 这时，听见街上大批行人的歌声。 那强盗把头回顾门口去，那面幕就在这瞬间落下了。 "莫左尼啊！宁妇人叫。 "该死的东西！你给我死！"强盗因为被看出了，怒吼着说，且擎起短刀扑近前去。老妇人霎时吓倒了，费鲁乔见这光景，悲叫起来，一面跳上前去用自己的身体覆在祖母身上。强盗碰了一下桌子逃走了，灯被碰翻，也就熄灭了。 费鲁乔慢慢地从祖母的身上溜了下来，跪倒在地上，两只手抱住祖母的身体，头触在祖母的怀里。 过了好一会儿，周围黑暗，农夫的歌声缓缓地向田野间消去。 "费鲁乔！"老妇人恢复了神志，用了几乎听不清的低音叫，牙齿轧轧地震抖着。 "祖母！"费鲁乔答叫。 祖母原想说话，被恐怖把口咬住了，身L只是剧烈的震栗，不做声了好一会儿。继而问： "那些家伙去了吧？" "yes." "没有将我杀死呢！"祖母气促着低声说。 "是的，祖母是平安的！"费鲁乔低弱了声音说。"平安的，祖母！那些家伙把钱拿了去了，但是，父亲把大注的钱带在身边哩！" 祖母深深地呼吸着。 "祖母！"费鲁乔仍跪了抱紧着祖母说。"祖母！你爱我吗？" "啊！费鲁乔！爱你的啊！"说着把手放在孙子头上。"啊！怎样地受了惊了啊！——啊！仁慈的上帝！你把灯点着吧！渐哟，还是暗的好！不知为了什么，还很害怕呢！" "祖母！我时常使你伤心呢！" "哪里！费鲁乔！不要再说起那样的话！我已早不记得了，什么都忘了，我只是仍旧爱你。" "我时常使你伤心。但是我是爱着祖母的。饶恕了我！饶恕了我，祖母！"费鲁乔勉强困难地这样说。 "当然饶恕你的，欢欢喜喜地饶恕你呢。有不饶恕你的吗？快起来！我不再骂你了。你是好孩子，好孩子！啊！点了灯！已不再害怕了。啊！起来！费鲁乔！" "祖母！谢谢你！"孩子的声音越低了。"我已经——很快活，祖母！你是不会忘记我的吧！无论到了什么时候，仍会记得我费鲁乔的吧！" "啊！费鲁乔！"老妇人慌了，抚着孙子的肩头，眼光几乎要射穿脸面似的注视着他叫。 "请不要忘了我！望望母亲，还有父亲，还有小宝宝！再会！祖母！"那声音已细得像丝了。 "什么呀！你怎样了？"老妇人震惊着抚摸伏在自己膝上的孙子的头，一面叫着。接着迸出她所能发的声音： "费鲁乔呀！费鲁乔呀！费鲁乔呀！啊呀！啊呀！" 可是，费鲁乔已什么都不回答了。这小英雄代替了他祖母的生命，从背上被短刀刺穿，那壮美的灵魂已回到天国里去了。 病床中的"小石匠" 十八日 可怜，"小石匠"患了大病！先生叫我们去访问，我就同卡隆、代洛西三人同往。斯带地本来也要去，因为先生叫他做什华伯纪念碑记》，他说要去实地看了那纪念碑再精密地做，所以就不去了。我们试约那高慢的诺琵斯，他只回答了一个"不"字，其余什么话都没有。华梯尼也谢绝不去。他们大概是恐怕被石灰沾污了衣服吧。 四点钟一放课，我们就去。雨像麻似的降着。卡隆在街上忽然站住，嘴里满满嚼着面包说："买些什么给他吧。"一面去摸那衣袋里的铜币。我们也各凑了两个铜币，买了三个大大的橘子。 我们上那屋顶阁去。代洛西到了人口，把胸间的赏牌取下，放入袋里。 "为什么？"我问。 "我自己也不知道，总觉得还是不挂的好。"他回答。 我们一叩门，那巨人样的高大的父亲就把门开了，他脸孔歪着，见了都可怕。 "哪几位？"他问。 "我们是安托尼阿的同学。送三个橘子给他的。"卡隆答说。 "啊！可怜，安托尼阿恐怕不能再吃这橘子了！"石匠摇着头大声说，且用手背去揩拭眼睛，引导我们入室。 "小石匠"卧在小小的铁床里，母亲俯伏在床上，手遮着脸，也不来向我们看。床的一隅，挂有板刷、烙馒和筛子等类的东西，病人脚部盖着那白白地沾满了石灰的石匠的上衣。那小孩瘦瘠而白，鼻头尖尖的，呼吸很短促。what!安托尼阿！我的小朋友！你原是那样亲切快活的人呢！I am so sad!只要你再能做一会鬼脸给我看，我什么都情愿！安托尼阿！卡隆把橘子给他放在枕旁，使他可以看见。橘子的芳香把他熏醒了。他抓住了橘子，不久又放开手，频频地向卡隆看。 "是我呢，是卡隆呢！你认识吗？"卡隆说。 病人略现微笑，勉强地从床里拿出手来，伸向卡隆。卡隆用两手握了过来，贴到自己的颊上： "不要怕！不要怕！你就会好起来，就可以到学校里去了。那时请先生让你坐在我的旁边，好吗？" 可是，"小石匠"没有回答，于是母亲叫哭起来： "啊！我的安托尼阿呀！我的安托尼阿呀！安托尼阿是这样的好孩子，天要把他从我们手里夺去了！" "别说！"那石匠父亲大声地叱止。"别说！我听了心都碎了！"又很忧虑地向着我们： "请回去！哥儿们！谢谢你们！请回去吧！就是给我们陪着他，也无法可想的。谢谢！请回去吧！"这样说。那小孩又把眼闭了，看去好像已经死了。 "有什么可帮忙的事情吗？"卡隆问。 "没有，哥儿！多谢你！"石匠说着将我们推出廊下，关了门。我们下了一半的楼梯，忽又听见后面叫着"卡隆！卡隆！"的声音。 我们三人再急回上楼梯时，见石匠已改变了脸色叫着说： "卡隆，安托尼阿叫着你的名字呢！已经两天不开口了，这会见例叫你的名字两次。想和你会会哩！快来啊！但愿就从此好起来！天啊！" "那么，再会！我暂时留着吧。"卡隆向我们说着，和石匠一同进去了。代洛西眼中满了眼泪。 "你在哭吗？他会说话哩，会好的吧？"我说。 "我也是这样想呢。但我方才想的并不是这个，我只是想着卡隆。我想卡隆为人是多么好，他的精神是多么高尚啊！" 卡华伯爵十九日 你要作《卡华伯纪念碑记》，卡华伯是怎样的一个人，恐你还未详细知道吧。你现在所知道的，恐只是伯爵几年前做辟蒙脱总理大臣的事吧。将辟蒙脱的军队派到克里米亚，使在诺淮拉败北残创的我国军队重膺光荣的是他。把十五万人的法军从亚尔帕斯山撤下来，从隆巴尔地将奥军击退的也是他。当我国革命的危期中，整治意大利的也是他。给予我意大利以统一的神圣的计划的也是他。他有优美的心，不挠的忍耐和过人的勤勉。在战场中遭遇危难的将军原是很多，他却是身在庙堂而受战场以上的危险的。因为他所建设的事业，像脆弱的家屋为地震所倒的样子，何时破坏是不可测的。他昼夜在奋斗苦闷中过活，因此头脑也混乱了，心也碎了。地缩短生命二十年，全是他担负的事业巨大的缘故。可是，他虽冒了致死的热度，还想为国做些什么事情，在他狂热的愿望中充满着喜悦。听说，他到了临终，还悲哀地说： "真奇怪！我竟看不出文字了！" 及热度渐渐增高，他还是想着国事，命令似的这样说： "给我快好！我心中已昏暗起来了！要处理重大的事情，非有气力不可。"及危笃的消息传出，全市为之悲惧，国王亲自临床探省，他对国王担心地说： "我有许多的话要陈诉呢，陛下，只可惜已经不大能说话了！" 他那热烈兴奋的心绪，不绝地向着政府，向着联合起来的意大利诸州，向着将来未解决的若干问题奔腾。等到了说胡话的时候，还是在继续的呼吸中这样叫着。 "教育儿童啊！教育青年啊！——以自由治国啊！" 胡话愈说愈多了，死神已把翼张在他上面了，他又用了燃烧着似的言语，替平生不睦的格里波底将军祈祷，口中念着还未获得自由的威尼斯呀、罗马呀等的地名。他对于意大利和将来的欧洲，抱着伟大的理想，一心恐防被外国侵害，向人询问军队和指挥官的所在地。他到临终还这样地替我国国民担忧呢。他对于自己的死并不觉得什么，和祖国别离是他最难堪的悲哀。而祖国呢，又是非有待于他的尽力不可的。 他在战斗中死了！他的死和他的生是同样伟大的！ 略微想想吧！An Like!我们的责任有多少啊！和他的以世界为怀的劳力，不断的忧虑，剧烈的痛苦相比，我们的劳苦——甚至于死，都是毫不足数的东西了。所以不要忘记！走过那大理石像前面的时候，应该向那石像从。心中赞美："伟大啊！" --Father