love education

Chapter 35 April (5)
Fortunately, I woke up from this long dream soon, and saw my parents clearly, indicating that my body had begun to recover, and I even heard Sylvia singing softly.Oh, what a sad dream it is!After that, my health improved day by day.The little mason came to visit me too, and made me laugh again by making a rabbit face, what a job he did, but now his face has grown elongated from the disease, poor fellow!Kletti and Garofi also came, and Garofi also brought me two tickets for his newly invented lottery. Bought it from a second-hand dealer in Via Bertorta.

Yesterday, while I was asleep, Pricos came to see me, and he pressed his cheek to my hand without waking me.Since he had just come out of my father's factory, he still had soot on his face, and just like that, he left a black mark on my sleeve.When I woke up and saw the black mark, I couldn't tell how happy I was.

In the past few days when I was asleep, the tree has become so green, and when my father carried me to the window, and I saw those boys running to the school with books in their hands, how sad I was. Jealous of them!I must go back to school right away, I really can't wait to see all my classmates, my seat, the school's small garden and those familiar streets, and want to know everything that happened in school during my illness , let myself swim again in the ocean of books, and my lovely copybooks, which I seem to have not seen in a year.Oh, how pale and thin my poor mother became!And my father, how tired he looked!My lovely classmates, when they came to see me, all tiptoed, came to me lightly, and kissed my forehead.Oh, it hurts so much inside me that even now, when I think about the day we will be separated, I can't stop the pain in my heart.I'm going to start learning like Dross and the others, but what about the rest?When the fifth grade is over, all we can say is goodbye!We would never see each other again, and they would never be at my bedside when I was sick.Galen, Pricos, and Cletti, they are all kind boys, and they are still my good classmates and brothers, but we will eventually be separated.

camaraderie among workers

Thursday the 20th

Why "Never See You Again"?Enrico?It's up to you, when you finish fifth grade, you're going to work at the gym and they're going to be workers, but you're all going to stay in the same city, maybe for years at a time What about the time, so why do you never see each other again?When you are working in a university or a college, you will meet them in the shop where they work, or in the factory. For you, when you are already working and you can meet your young partners It would be nothing more than a joy.

I hope you don't care about what kind of work and environment Cletti or Prix will be working in. I hope you can visit them and spend a few hours with them, you You will find that you will learn from them an infinite number of things about life and society that no one else can teach you about their craft, about their circle of life, and about your own country.You have to learn to maintain this kind of friendship, because if you don’t manage well, it will be very difficult for you to gain other people’s friendship in the future. My so-called friendship is beyond the scope of a class. If you can't get more people's friendship, then your social circle will only be concentrated among one kind of people, and those who only socialize with people of their own class are nothing like those students who only read one book difference.

I hope you take this thought as your resolution, starting today, you will keep these good friends of yours, even if you will be separated in the future.So, from now on, you have to cherish the friendship with these classmates even more, because they are the sons of the working class.If you think about it, if you compare society to an army, if the upper class are officers in the army and the lower class are soldiers who suffer hardships, the status of soldiers is definitely not lower than that of officers, because the nobility of personality is reflected in Work, not the level of income, is reflected in the courage of people, not the gap in status.If you really ask who is more valuable among them, it's the soldiers who are better, and the workers who get less out of their work.Therefore, you have to love and respect all your classmates, your classmates, they are the sons of workers.

You should honor their parents for their toil and sacrifices, ignoring their wealth and class differences, and paying special attention to their emotions and manners.You must know that those who work in the shops and in the country have blood that flows from their veins is holy and noble. It is this blood that bought your country. You must cherish Galen, cherish Cletti, cherish Cherish your friend the little mason, too, Pricos, for in their little working-class breast beats a princely heart.Please pray in your heart that even if your fortunes change one day, you will not let these childhood friendships be eradicated from your soul.Swear to yourself, even after 40 years, when you walk through the train station, you can recognize old Galen in the technician's clothes, recognize his dark face.Oh, I shouldn't have told you to pray or anything, but I'm sure you'd jump on the locomotive and wrap your arms around his neck, even if you were a senator of the country by then.

your father
galen's mother

Friday the 28th

As soon as I got back to school, I got some bad news.Galen hadn't been to school for several days because his mother was very ill and she passed away on Saturday.Yesterday morning, as soon as we arrived at school, the head teacher said to us:

"If there is anything that can be most painful to a boy, it is poor Galen who is going through it now, his mother is dead, and he will be back at school tomorrow, and I beseech you all now, You have to take into account the great pain he is going through right now, because it is tearing at his heart. When he walks into the classroom, please give him a warm welcome with your love for him. I don't want any classmates Laughing, or laughing at Galen, I beg you not to."

This morning, poor Galen finally came to school, he was a little later than the others, and when I saw him, it seemed like a big knock in my heart.His face was haggard, his eyes were red, and his feet were not very stable when he walked. He seemed to have been ill for a month, and I couldn't recognize him anymore.He was dressed in black all over, and when the students saw him, there was a surge of pity in their hearts, and no one dared to make a sound.All eyes were on Galen. As soon as he entered the classroom, his first glance was at the place where his mother used to wait for him after school. His mother used to come to pick up her son almost every day.He also looked at the table over there, how many exam days in the past, his mother would bend over that table to give her son the last bit of advice.Just behind that table, how many times he thought of his mother waiting for him outside the door, and he couldn't wait to rush out the door and run to meet her.At this thought Galen burst into a desperate cry, and the teacher took him aside, took him to his own seat, held him to his breast, and said to him:
"Cry, cry, my poor child, but you must be brave, your mother is gone, but she is still watching you, she loves you, and she is still guarding you By your side. One day in the future, you will definitely see her again, because you, like her, have a kind and upright heart, so be brave!"

After saying this, the teacher sent him to the seat next to me, and I didn't dare to look at him, and he took out exercise books and some books, which he hadn't opened for a while.When he opened a reading book, he happened to turn to the page with the illustration. In the picture, a mother was holding the hand of her child. Galen couldn't help crying again when he was touched by the scene. His head was buried in his arms.The head teacher made a gesture, implying that we should let him go and cry for a while, and we started class.I should have said something to him, but I didn't know what to say. I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered softly in his ear:

"Don't cry, Galen."

He didn't say anything, didn't lift his head from the table, just took mine with his hand and stayed like that for a while.When school was over, no one dared to talk to him, everyone just surrounded him with concern and politeness, and kept silent.I saw my mother waiting for me and ran to hug her, but my mother pushed me away and looked at Galen.For a moment, I couldn't figure out why, and then I noticed that Galen was standing alone, looking at me, and he looked so sad when he looked at me, so sad that I can't describe it in words, it seemed is saying to me:
"You are embracing your mother now, but I can't see my mother anymore, you still have a mother, and my mother has passed away!" I immediately understood why my mother pushed me away just now, I walked out of the school gate without holding my mother's hand.

Giuseppe Mazzini
Saturday 29th

Galen was still pale this morning, his eyes red and swollen with pain, and he barely glanced at the little comforting presents we put on his desk.The teacher brought him a book and read him a page of a story to encourage him.He first informed us that we would go to the city hall at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon to watch the award ceremony. There was a Citizen's Medal of Courage to be awarded to a boy who rescued a child who fell into the water from the Po River.On Monday, the class teacher will describe the grand occasion of the celebration for us.After the description, he turned his head to look at Galen, who was standing there with his head bowed. The class teacher said to him:
"Be sure to take heart, Galen, and, like everyone else, take note of the story I'm telling you."

We all picked up our pens, and the class teacher began to read aloud.

Giuseppe Mazzini, born in Genoa in 1805 and died in Pisa in 1872, was a great patriotic writer and the first enlightener and missionary of the Italian revolution.He loves his motherland, and in the past 40 years, although he was oppressed by poverty and life in exile, he was constantly persecuted and fled to a foreign land, but he still firmly adhered to his principles and his determination.Giuseppe Mazzini was deeply attached to his mother, from whom he inherited the noblest and purest soul, which made him strong-willed.He wrote a letter to a faithful friend to comfort him, to help him through a great misfortune in his life, and these are his words:
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