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October1十月十月October周一，17日，开学第一天Monday,17th.TheFirstDayofSchool今天是开学第一天。我还没有从长假中缓过神来，就要上四年级了！许多家长来送孩子报名上学。街道上人来人往，学校里也熙熙攘攘，一年级学生那里更加乱糟糟。我发现许多同学和老师都有了变化，还碰见了以前的老师。我找到了自己的班级，却想着过去的假期和以前的老师，心中升起一丝伤感。odayisthefirstdayofschool.Thethreemonthsofvacationinthecountryhavepassedlikeadream.ThismorningmymothertookmetotheBarettischoolhousetohavemeenterforthethirdelementarygrade:Iwasthinkingofthecountry,andwentunwillingly.Thestreetswereswarmingwithboys:thetwobook-shopswerethrongedwithfathersandmotherswhowerepurchasingbags,portfolios,andcopy-books,andinfrontoftheschoolsomanypeoplehadcollected,thatthebeadleandthepolicemanfoundithardtokeeptheentranceclear.Nearthedoor,Ifeltmyselftouchedontheshoulder:itwasmymasterofthesecondgrade,cheerful,asusual,andwithhisredhairruffled.TCoure2爱的教育Hesaidtome:“Sowearetopartforever,Enrico?”Iknewitwell,yetthewordspainedme.Wemadeourwayinwithdifficulty.Ladies,gentlemen,womenofthepeople,workmen,officials,nuns,andservants,allleadingboyswithonehand,andholdingthepromotionbooksintheother,filledtheanteroomandthestairs,makingsuchabuzzing,thatitseemedlikeenteringatheatre.Iwasgladtoseeoncemorethatlargeroomonthegroundfloor,withthedoorsleadingtothesevenclasses,whereIhadpassednearlyeverydayforthreeyears.Therewasathrongofteachersgoingandcoming.Myschoolmistressofthefirstupperclassgreetedmefromthedooroftheclassroom,andsaid:“Enrico,youaregoingtothefloorabove,thisyear.Ishallnotevenseeyoupassbyanymore!”Andshegazedsadlyatme.Theprincipalwassurroundedbywomenwhoweremuchworriedbecausetherewasnoroomfortheirsons;anditstruckmethathisbeardwasalittlewhiterthanithadbeenlastyear.Ifoundtheboyshadgrowntallerandstouter.Onthegroundfloor,wherethedivisionshadalreadybeenmade,therewerelittlechildrenofthefirstandlowestsection,whodidnotwanttoentertheclassrooms,andwhopulledbacklikedonkeys:theyhadtobedraggedinbyforce,andsomeranawayfromthebenches;others,whentheysawtheirparentsleave,begantocry,andtheparentshadtogobackandcomfortthem,ortakethemaway;whiletheteacherswereindespair.MylittlebrotherwasplacedintheclassofMistressDelcati:IwasputwithMasterPerboni,upstairsonthefirstfloor.Atteno’clockwewereallinourclasses:fifty-fourofus;onlyfifteenorsixteenofmycompanionsofthesecondclass,amongthem,Derossi,theonewhoalwaysgetsthefirstprize.TheschoolseemedsosmallandgloomytomewhenIthoughtofthewoodsandthemountainswhereIhadpassedthesummer!Ithoughtagain,too,ofmymasterinthesecondclass,whowassogood,andwhoalwayssmiledatus,andwassosmallthatheseemedtobeoneofus;andIgrievedthatIshouldnolongerseehim,withhistumbledredhair.Ourpresentteacheristall;hehasnobeard;hishairisgrayandlong;andhehasastraightlinerunningcrosswiseOctober3十月onhisforehead.Hehasabigvoice,andhelooksatusfixedly,oneaftertheother,asthoughhewerereadingourverythoughts;andheneversmiles.Isaidtomyself:“Thisismyfirstday.Thereareninemonthsmore.Whatwork,whatmonthlyexaminations,whatweariness!”IwantedtoseemymotherwhenIcameout,andIrantokissherhand!Shesaidtome:“Courage.Enrico!Wewillstudytogether.”AndIreturnedhomecontent.ButInolongerhavemymaster,withhiskind,merrysmile,andschooldoesnotseemsonicetomeasitdidbefore.周二，18日，我们的班主任Tuesday,18th.OurMaster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。likemynewteachertoo,sincethismorning.Whilewewerecomingin,andwhenhewasalreadyseated,someofhisscholarsoflastyeareverynowandthenpeepedinatthedoortosalutehim;theywouldpresentthemselvesandgreethim:“Goodmorning,SignorTeacher!”“Goodmorning,SignorPerboni!”Somecamein,touchedhishand,andranaway.Itwasplainthattheylikedhim,andwouldhavebeengladtoreturntohim.Heresponded“Goodmorning”andshookthehandswhichwereheldouttohim,buthelookedatnoone:ateverygreetinghissmileremainedserious,withthatdeepwrinkleonhisbrow,withhisfaceturnedtowardsthewindow,andstaringattheroofofthehouseopposite;andinsteadofbeingcheeredbythesegreetings,heseemedtosufferfromthem.Thenhelookedatusclosely,oneaftertheother.Whilehewasdictating,hegotdownandwalkedamongthebenches.Catchingsightofaboywhosefacewasallredwithlittlepimples,hestoppeddictating,tooktheICoure4爱的教育lad’sfacebetweenhishandsandexaminedit;thenheaskedhimwhatwastheOctober5十月matterwithhim,andlaidhishandonhisforeheadtofeelifitwerehot.Meanwhile,aboybehindhimgotuponthebench,andbegantoplaythemarionette.Theteacherturnedroundsuddenly;theboysatdownatonedash,andremainedthere,withheadhanging,indreadofbeingpunished.Themasterplacedonehandonhisheadandsaidtohim:“Don’tdosoagain.”Nothingmore.Thenhereturnedtohistableandfinishedthedictation.Whenhewasdone,helookedatusamomentinsilence;thenhesaid,very,veryslowly,withhisbigbutkindvoice:“Listen.Wehaveayeartopasstogether;letusseethatwepassitwell.Studyandbegood.Ihavenofamily;youaremyfamily.LastyearIhadmother;sheisdead.Iamleftalone.Ihavenoonebutyouinalltheworld;Ihavenootheraffection,nootherthoughtthanyou:youmustbemysons.Iwishyouwell,andyoumustlikemetoo.Idonotwishtobeobligedtopunishanyone.Showmethatyouareboysofheart:ourschoolshallbeafamily,andyoushallbemycomfortandmypride.Idonotaskyoutogivemeapromise;Iamsurethatiny