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1、T oday is the first day of school. The three months of vacation in the country have passed like a dream. This morning my mother took me to the Baretti schoolhouse to have me enter for the third elementary grade: I was thinking of the country, and went unwillingly.The streets were swarming with boys:

2、 the two book-shops were thronged with fathers and mothers who were purchasing bags, portfolios, and copy-books, and in front of the school so many people had collected, that the beadle and the policeman found it hard to keep the entrance clear. Near the door, I felt myself touched on the shoulder:

3、it was my master of the second grade, cheerful, as usual, and with his red hair ruffled.He said to me: “So we are to part forever, Enrico?”I knew it well, yet the words pained me.We made our way in with difficulty. Ladies, gentlemen, women of the people, workmen, officials, nuns, and servants, all l

4、eading boys with one hand, and holding the promotion books in the other, filled the anteroom and the stairs, making such a buzzing, that it seemed like entering a theatre. I was glad to see once more that large room on the ground floor, with the doors leading to the seven classes, where I had passed

5、 nearly every day for three years. There was a throng of teachers going and coming. My schoolmistress of the first upper class greeted me from the door of the classroom, and said:“Enrico, you are going to the floor above, this year. I shall not even see you pass by any more!” And she gazed sadly at

6、me.The principal was surrounded by women who were much worried because there was no room for their sons; and it struck me that his beard was a little whiter than it had been last year.I found the boys had grown taller and stouter. On the ground floor, where the divisions had already been made, there

7、 were little children of the first and lowest section, who did not want to enter the classrooms, and who pulled back like donkeys: they had to be dragged in by force, and some ran away from the benches; others, when they saw their parents leave, began to cry, and the parents had to go back and comfo

8、rt them, or take them away; while the teachers were in despair.My little brother was placed in the class of Mistress Delcati: I was put with Master Perboni, upstairs on the first floor.At ten oclock we were all in our classes: fifty-four of us; only fifteen or sixteen of my companions of the second

9、class, among them, Derossi, the one who always gets the first prize.The school seemed so small and gloomy to me when I thought of the woods and the mountains where I had passed the summer! I thought again, too, of my master in the second class, who was so good, and who always smiled at us, and was s

10、o small that he seemed to be one of us; and I grieved that I should no longer see him, with his tumbled red hair. Our present teacher is tall; he has no beard; his hair is gray and long; and he has a straight line running crosswise on his forehead. He has a big voice, and he looks at us fixedly, one

11、 after the other, as though he were reading our very thoughts; and he never smiles.I said to myself: “This is my first day. There are nine months more. What work, what monthly examinations, what weariness!” I wanted to see my mother when I came out, and I ran to kiss her hand!She said to me: “Courag

12、e. Enrico! We will study together.”And I returned home content. But I no longer have my master, with his kind, merry smile, and school does not seem so nice to me as it did before.周二，18日，我们的班主任Tuesday, 18th. Our Master新班主任佩伯尼老师端坐在教室里，他看上去历经沧桑，不苟言笑。许多从门口经过的同学都同他打招呼。老师看到一个同学脸上长了痘痘，就关切地询问他。老师缓慢地告诉我们：他在

13、这世上已经没有亲人，我们这些孩子就是他的一切。课后，一个之前在他背后做鬼脸的同学向老师道歉。我忽然喜欢上了佩伯尼老师。I like my new teacher too, since this morning. While we were coming in, and when he was already seated, some of his scholars of last year every now and then peeped in at the door to salute him; they would present themselves and greet him:“Go

14、od morning, Signor Teacher!” “Good morning, Signor Perboni !Some came in, touched his hand, and ran away. It was plain that they liked him, and would have been glad to return to him. He responded “Good morning” and shook the hands which were held out to him, but he looked at no one: at every greetin

15、g his smile remained serious, with that deep wrinkle on his brow, with his face turned towards the window, and staring at the roof of the house opposite; and instead of being cheered by these greetings, he seemed to suffer from them. Then he looked at us closely, one after the other. While he was di

16、ctating, he got down and walked among the benches. Catching sight of a boy whose face was all red with little pimples, he stopped dictating, took the lads face between his hands and examined it; then he asked him what was the matter with him, and laid his hand on his forehead to feel if it were hot.

17、 Meanwhile, a boy behind him got up on the bench, and began to play the marionette. The teacher turned round suddenly; the boy sat down at one dash, and remained there, with head hanging, in dread of being punished. The master placed one hand on his head and said to him:“Dont do so again.” Nothing m

18、ore.Then he returned to his table and finished the dictation. When he was done, he looked at us a moment in silence; then he said, very, very slowly, with his big but kind voice: “Listen. We have a year to pass together; let us see that we pass it well. Study and be good. I have no family; you are m

19、y family. Last year I had mother; she is dead. I am left alone. I have no one but you in all the world; I have no other affection, no other thought than you: you must be my sons. I wish you well, and you must like me too. I do not wish to be obliged to punish any one. Show me that you are boys of he

20、art: our school shall be a family, and you shall be my comfort and my pride. I do not ask you to give me a promise; I am sure that in your hearts you have already answered yes, and I thank you.”Just then the beadle came in to announce the close of school. We all left our seats as quietly as could be

21、. The boy who had stood up on the bench went up to the master, and said to him, in a trembling voice:“Forgive me, Signor Master.”The master kissed him on the brow, and said, “Go, my son.”周五，21日，不幸事件Friday, 21st. An Accident早上，我看到许多人在学校门口和校长办公室门口围着，其中夹杂着医生和警察。原来，今早在街道十字路口处，三年级的罗贝蒂为了救一个低年级的同学不幸被汽车轧伤了脚

22、。罗贝蒂是一位炮兵上尉的孩子。他的妈妈发疯般地挤了过来，不停地哭泣。很快，一些人簇拥着罗贝蒂去医 院了。 he year has begun with an accident. On my way to school this morning I was repeating to my father the words of our teacher, when we noticed that the street was full of people, who were pressing close to the door of the schoolhouse. Suddenly my fat

23、her said:“An accident! The year is beginning badly!We passed through with some difficulty. The big hall was crowded with parents and children, whom the teachers had not succeeded in placing in the classrooms, and all were turning towards the principals room, and we heard the words, “Poor boy! Poor R

24、obetti!Over their heads, at the end of the room, we could see the helmet of a policeman, and the bald head of the principal; then a gentleman with a tall hat entered, and all said, “That is the doctor.” My father inquired of a master, “ What has happened?” “A wheel has passed over his foot,” replied

25、 the latter. “His foot has been crushed,” said another. He was a boy belonging to the second class, who, on his way to school through the Dora Grossa street, seeing a little child of the lowest class, who had run away from its mother, fall down in the middle of the street, a few paces from an omnibu

26、s which was bearing down upon it, had hastened forward boldly, caught up the child, and placed it in safety; but, as he had not withdrawn his own foot quickly enough, the wheel of the omnibus had passed over it. He is the son of a captain of artillery.While we were being told this, a woman entered t

27、he big hall, like mad, and forced her way through the crowd: she was Robettis mother, who had been sent for. Another woman hastened towards her, and flung her arms about her neck, with sobs: it was the mother of the baby who had been saved. Both flew into the room, and desperate cry made itself hear

28、d: “Oh my Giulio ! My child !At that moment a carriage stopped before the door, and a little later the principal made his appearance, with the boy in his arms; the latter leaned his head on his shoulder, with pallid face and closed eyes. Every one stood very still; the sobs of the mother were audibl

29、e. The principal paused a moment quite pale, and raised the boy up a little in his arms, in order to show him to the people. And then the masters, mistresses, parents, and boys all murmured together: “Bravo, Robetti! Bravo, poor child!” and they threw kisses to him; the mistresses and boys who were

30、near him kissed his hands and his arms. He opened his eyes and said, “My satchel !” The mother of the little boy whom he had saved showed it to him and said, amid her tears, “I will carry it for you, my dear little angel; I will carry it for you.” And in the meantime, she bore up the mother of the w

31、ounded boy, who covered her face with her hands. They went out, placed the lad comfortably in the carriage, and the carriage drove away. Then we all entered school in silence.周六，22日，卡拉布利亚的孩子Saturday, 22nd. The Calabrian Boy我们班来了一位新同学。老师说，新同学来自卡拉布利亚，他的家乡是意大利的一片光荣土地，出过许多名人，风景也很优美，要我们善待他。老师请我们的班长德罗西上台，

32、代表大家拥抱他，以示欢迎。老师又说，我们意大利人不论在哪里，都要互相尊重和爱护。我们都非常高兴，送给这位新同学许多学习用品。Y esterday afternoon, while the master was telling us the news of poor Robetti, who will have to go on crutches, the principal entered with a new pupil, a lad with a very brown face, black hair, large black eyes, and thick eyebrows which met on his forehead: he was dressed entirely in dark clothes, w