love education

Chapter 27 March (2)
This kind of caring also touched Cross deeply, although he didn't know anything. She is a kind woman, her whole life revolves around Cross, and everything Deros has done is helping her son grow up and make him a better person.Dross was a man of good character and a top student at school, and the boy was a king, or a saint, to the woman, who kept an eye on Dross and always seemed to have I wanted to say something to him, but I was ashamed to speak.Yesterday morning, when she finally mustered up her courage, she stopped Dros at the gate and said to him:

"Please do forgive me, little gentleman! You love my son so much and are so kind to him. Would you please do me a favor by accepting a small gift from a poor mother, just As a souvenir?"

As she spoke, she took out a small candy box from her vegetable basket.When Dross saw it, his face turned red. He refused again and again, and said firmly to the woman:

"Give it to your son, I won't take anything from you."

The woman was extremely depressed, and stammered out a reason:
"I don't mean to offend you, it's just caramel."

However, Dross still didn't accept it, and shook his head again and again.Then the woman timidly took a bunch of carrots out of her basket, and said:

"Then you have to take this at least. These radishes are fresh. Take them to your mother." Dross smiled and said to her:
"No, thank you, I won't take anything, I will help Cross as much as I can, but I can't take anything from you, but thank you anyway."

"Did I really not offend you?" the woman asked anxiously.Dross replied:
"No, no!" While smiling, he ran away.And the woman exclaimed happily:

"Oh, what a boy! I have never seen such a fine and beautiful boy as him."

That seemed to be the end of the matter, but at four o'clock in the afternoon Cross's father appeared instead of his mother.With that haggard and gloomy face, he stopped Dros.Judging by the way he looked at Dross, I immediately felt as if he suspected that Dross knew his secret.He looked at Dross so intently, and then said in his sad and loving voice:

"Why do you like my son so much?"

Dross's face was immediately on fire, and he was about to say:
"I like him because of his misfortune, because you are his father, you have suffered more misfortunes than you should make up for, and you are a man with a heart."

However, he didn't have the guts to say that, because in his heart, he was still a little afraid and disgusted with this person who had endangered other people's lives and had served six years in prison.However, the latter didn't blame him for anything, he lowered his voice and whispered in Dross's ear, the voice was almost trembling:
"You love my son, so you don't hate the father who hates him, do you?"

"No, no, I don't hate you, quite the contrary!"

Dross shouted emotionally.After that, the man made a sudden movement, as if he wanted to wrap his arms around Dros' neck, but he didn't dare to do so.He carefully stretched out two fingers to pull out a curl from Dross's blonde hair, stroked it with his hand and let it go, then he took his hand and put it on his lips, kissing kissed his palm.His eyes were already moist looking at Dros, as if to say that this kiss was for him.Without saying anything, he grabbed his son's hand and walked away quickly.

dead child
Monday 13th
The kid who lived near the vegetable peddler's house, who was still in elementary school and was in the same class as my brother, was dead.On Saturday afternoon, the female teacher Dale Caddy came to the school with a heavy heart. She came to inform the head teacher of the matter. Galen and Kletti immediately wanted to carry the coffin for the dead child.He's a nice kid, just won a medal last week, he's very close to my brother and once showed him a broken piggy bank.And my mother petted him every time she saw him, and he wore a hat with two strips of red cloth on it.His father was a porter on the railway, and we came to his house at 04:30 yesterday afternoon, Sunday afternoon, to take him to church together.

They live on the first floor, and there are many senior boys and their mothers holding candles in their hands, five or six teachers and a few neighbors have gathered in the yard.The female teacher with the red feather in the hat and Del Caddy have come to their house.Through an open window we can see them crying, and the child's mother crying loudly.Two women, the mothers of the dead child's classmates, also brought two wreaths.

At five o'clock sharp, we set off. A little boy with a cross was the first to walk, followed by the priest, and then the coffin.It was a very, very small coffin, poor child!A piece of black cloth was covered on the coffin lid, surrounded by the wreaths brought by the two ladies, and at one end of the black cloth was tied the medal symbolizing honor, and the child's past year A record of outstanding performance.Galen, Clayty, and two boys who lived in the same yard as the dead child also came to help, and together they carried the coffin.

The first person to follow behind the coffin was the female teacher Dale Caddy, who wept bitterly, as if the dead child was her own flesh and blood.Behind her were some female teachers in the school, and behind the teachers were boys, some of whom were very young, holding bunches of violets in their hands, curiously Staring at the coffin ahead, holding their mother in the other hand, the same mothers holding candles.I also heard one of the children say:

"I won't see him at school again, will I?"

As the coffin was being brought out of the house we heard a desperate scream from the window, it was the child's mother, but they immediately pulled her inside.As soon as we came to the street, we saw a group of students who had just come out of the university. They passed us side by side. own hat.

Oh, poor little boy!He will sleep forever wearing his medal, we will never see his little red hat, he was always in good health, but he died in just four days up.On the last day of his life, he was still trying to sit up so he could do a little homework from his nomenclature, and he insisted on putting the medal on the bed in case someone would take it from him. Take it, poor boy!No one will ever take your medal away again. Farewell!farewell!We will always remember that there was once a you in Baleti's school, please rest in peace!my dear friend!

the eve of March [-]

The atmosphere today is much more relaxed than yesterday.On March [-]th, the day before the awards ceremony was held at the Victoria Emmanuel Theatre, which is the most important and beautiful festival of the whole year.But this time around the podium and the awarding of certificates to those honored were not picked at random.At the end of the day's class, the principal walked into the classroom:
"I have good news, boys!"

Then he called out, "Classey!"

The Calabrian boy rose to his feet.

"Certificates will be issued to the winners in the theater tomorrow. Would you like to be a messenger for the leaders to deliver the certificates?"

The Calabrian boy said he would. "Very good," said the headmaster, "then it is great that we have another representative from Calabria tomorrow, and the leaders of the city government all hope that ten or twelve ceremonial The teenagers come from all regions of Italy, and we hope to select these students from all public schools. We have a total of [-] schools and five affiliated schools, with a total of [-] students. It is not difficult to represent the various regions of Italy. Two representatives of the Italian archipelago have been elected from Tasso, one is a Sardinian and the other is a Sicilian.

""Campaggini School recommended a Florentine child, the son of a woodcarver; there is also a Roman, a native of Rome, from the Tommaso School; there are also several Venetians and Lombards. and a native of Romagna, Monviso's school sent a Neapolitan, the son of an official; our school sent a man from Genoa and a man from Calabria, that is, plus you Classi And that kid from Piedmont, just enough for twelve, don't you think it's a wonderful thing?This time you will be awarded certificates by your brothers from all regions of Italy.As you will see, representatives from those twelve districts appeared together on the podium.I hope you will welcome them with the most heartfelt applause.Although they were children, they represented all Italians, which made them real men.A little tricolor is no different than a huge national flag, they are also symbols of great Italy, aren't they?Let's applaud them warmly, let everyone see that your patriotic hearts are lit up at that moment, let them see that in these ten years, your soul is also because of the existence of your holy motherland And more and more enthusiastic. After saying these words, the principal left. Then, the class teacher said with a smile:

"Then, Classi, you will be the representative of Calabria."

The whole class clapped and laughed, and as we walked out into the street, we surrounded Krasi together, grabbed his hands and feet, threw him into the air, and then caught him firmly. Stop him and shout in unison:

"Cheers to the representatives of Calabria!"

Of course, we yelled hard, not to make fun of him, on the contrary, we did it to congratulate him, with all sincerity and good intentions, he is a good boy, we all like him, He smiled at us too.We carried him all the way to the corner.There we bumped into a gentleman with a black beard who also laughed when he saw us.Calabrian boy says:
"This is my father."

We handed Klassey into his father's hands, and we all ran away.

Award ceremony
Tuesday the 14st

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the huge theater was already filled with crowds.Whether it is in the seats under the stage, in the corridors, in the box, or on the stage, there are people everywhere, thousands of faces are surging here, there are boys, gentlemen, teachers, workers Yes, and those of the men's wives.People are crowded here, people shake hands and congratulate each other, and all kinds of feathers, ribbons, and hair curls are surging around.People were laughing loudly or whispering softly. Everyone who came here was rejoicing.

The whole hall was decorated with white, red and green festoons. From the seats under the stage, there were two staircases leading to the stage. One stands on the left, which is used by the winners to step off the stage after receiving their prizes.In the front of the stage there is a row of red chairs, and the back of the middle chair is hung with two wreaths of laurel.In the background of the stage are many flags, and on one side is a small green table, on which are placed the certificates to be awarded to the winners, and the ribbons of the tricolor flag are tied on it.The band set up their formation below the stage, and the headmaster and female teachers took their seats in the first box on one side, those seats were specially reserved for them.The benches and aisles below the stage were filled with boys who were going to sing along with the band, holding written scores in their hands.

Just behind these boys, the male and female teachers were busy shuttling back and forth in the hall, lining up the award-winning students.And it wasn't until then that the parents of those award-winning kids stopped stroking their sons' hair and fixing the little ones' ties one last time.

As soon as I walked into the box with my family, I noticed that the female teacher wearing red feathers was sitting opposite our box. She was smiling happily at us, and the two dimples on her face were also exposed.With her was my brother's teacher, and the "little nun," still dressed in black.Also, it was my kind female teacher in the second grade big class, she looked so pale, oh, poor person!She coughed so hard that the whole theater could hear her.

I looked down at the seat below again.There I immediately saw Galen's big, lovely face, and Nellie's little blond head, which was pressed against Galen's shoulder.After watching for a while, I spotted Garofi in the crowd, with his beak-like nose, trying to collect the printed list of winners.He has already collected a large bundle, presumably he wants to exchange something with others in the future, and we will probably know what he will exchange tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)