love education

Chapter 37 May (1)
Introduction

deformed child
self sacrifice
Firemen

Looking for Mother in Six Thousand Miles (Monthly Story)
summer
life like poetry
deaf-mute

deformed child
Friday the 5th

Because I felt quite unwell, I took a day off from school, and my mother took me to a school for deformed children.She was applying for admission to the school for her youngest daughter at the door.When we got to the school gate, my mother told me to stand outside the gate and wait for her, and wouldn't let me go in with her.

You don't understand, Enrico, why don't I let you go to school?Because, I don't want those unfortunate kids to see a healthy, strong boy standing in the middle of the school as if showing something, and they used to go on and on with this heartbreaking, sad thing What a sad thing this is!My heart weeps every time I walk into this school, where there are sixty children, boys and girls, who are afflicted with diseases in the bones.Look at their poor little hands!You look at their little child again, she has a hooked nose and a pointed chin, it seems that only old women can have such an appearance, but the smile on her face is so noble and sweet.There are some children who look very handsome from the front and seem to have no physical flaws, but when they turn around, your heart will be hit hard and your whole soul will tremble.

When the doctor examines them, he puts them on a long table, takes off their tiny clothes, and touches their protruding bellies and thick joints with his own hands, but they are not even shy Feel it, poor children!Obviously, they are used to having other people take off their clothes and being checked over and over again. When their pain is not so strong, they think their condition is getting better, but who knows, maybe it's just their condition. It's just a sign of deterioration.Their bodies are changing little by little, and when their bodies become weaker and weaker day by day, they will find that the people around them care less and less about themselves, oh, poor children!They are often left alone for long periods of time in a corner of the classroom, or somewhere on the playground, fed so poorly, sometimes taunted, or mobbed for months on end. Bandages and useless medical devices.Many are now recovering physically, thanks to the attention paid to them and improved diet and physical exercise.

Their female class teacher often teaches them to do some physical exercises. It is really sad to see them doing those movements under the command of others. They stretch their bandaged legs under the bench hard, They had to work hard to complete these movements, because the legs had been splinted, and they had already become thick, knotty, and deformed. I wish people could warm those legs with their kisses.Others couldn't get up from the benches, so they just sat there with their little heads resting on their arms and their hands stroking their crutches.Others were shaking their hands while already feeling short of breath. In the end, they had to fall back on the back of the chair, their faces pale, but they would smile to hide the heavy breathing in his mouth .O my Enrico!You normal kids never appreciate having a healthy body, it's so simple and normal for you.I think of those strong, energetic little guys whose mothers show them around, proud of their natural strength, but I want to hug those poor little guys' heads and put them on the ground. They are tightly pressed against my chest, even though my heart is full of despair, I will say to myself:

"I will never leave here and I will dedicate my life to you, to take care of you, to be a mother to all of you until I die."

To my surprise, those children were still singing. Their singing voices were very special. Their voices were so soft, delicate, and sad, which made my heart tremble.And when the teacher praised them, they looked very happy.When the teacher walked past the long table, they would kiss her hands or arms, because these children were so grateful for what others did for them.The teacher told me that these children are very bright and work very hard in their studies.Their teacher is very young and kind, with kindness and love written all over her face, as well as a trace of compassion, which echoes the unfortunate children she takes care of and comforts.lovely girl!You live among such a group of children, and you accompany them day and night, and your face is often worried and frowning because of those misfortunes!There are many people in this world who have a hard life, but there are not many people who have a more sacred career than you, my lovely girl!
your mother
self sacrifice
Tuesday the 9st

My mother is a loving person, and my sister Sylvia inherited this good character of my mother, and also has a generous and noble heart.Last night, I was doing a copy for a monthly story called "Looking for My Mother Six Thousand Miles".The teacher divided the story into different subsections and distributed them to us to copy, because the story is too long.While I was copying, Sylvia came in on tiptoe. She lowered her voice and said hastily to me:
"Follow me to my mother. I heard them talking this morning. Something happened to my father. He is in a very bad mood now. My mother is trying to persuade him. I think our family is in trouble. Do you understand?" We're running out of money, and Dad said we might have to make some sacrifices so he can make up for it. Now, we've got to make some sacrifices for the family too, don't we? Would you like to come with me? Okay , I’m going to tell Mom right now, I hope you can nod your head and promise me, and promise her that you will vouch for your own reputation, and you will do whatever we promised her.”

After speaking, Sylvia took my hand and led me to my mother, who was doing her needlework and thinking.Sylvia and I were just sitting on the edge of the sofa when she immediately said to my mother:

"Listen, Mom, I have something to tell you. In fact, we both have something to tell you." Mother looked at us both in surprise, and Sylvia continued:
"Papa has no money, has he?"

"What are you talking about?" replied the mother, flushing. "How do you know? Who told you?"

"I overheard it," said Sylvia resolutely. "Well, then, listen to me, mother, we both have to make sacrifices. You promised me to send I have a fan, and the box of colored paintbrushes that Enrico wanted, we don't want them now, we don't want to waste a copper coin, we will be just as happy without them, you understand me Yet?"

The mother wanted to say something, but before she could say anything, Sylvia rushed to say: "Don't say anything, we should do this, we have already decided, we don't want any fruit to eat, and we don't want other things or something, until my father has money to spend again. The broth is good enough for us, and we will have bread for breakfast in the morning, so that we can spend less money on meals, which we have already Too much to spend. We swear we'll never be dissatisfied with it, won't we, Enrico?!"

I replied, "Yes, always contented."

Sylvia said, closing her mother's open mouth in surprise with one hand, "If we need to do anything else, whether it's about dressing or anything else, we won't There will be one complaint. We can even sell the presents we got, I can sell all my stuff, I will take care of you like a maid, we won't be crazy outside all day, I will be with you all day You are with me, I work with you, I will do whatever you tell me to do, and I am ready now to do anything!"

She said loudly to her mother, and wrapped her arms around her neck, "As long as Mom and Dad don't worry about more troubles, as long as I can see you smiling and happy, just like in the past, you can hold me together." Between me and Enrico, we love you so much, we would give our lives for you!"

Ah, I've never seen my mother so happy before, it wasn't like this when she kissed our foreheads, crying and laughing, and unable to utter a word at all.She then told Sylvia that she hadn't fully understood what she had said to her father, that our family wasn't as down and out as she had imagined it to be, that my mother thanked us again and again, and that she was in high spirits throughout the evening.When her father came back, she told him all this.Father didn't say a word, poor father!

This morning, as we sat at the table to eat, I had a sudden sense of sadness and joy, with a box of colored paintbrushes under my napkin and under Sylvia’s her fan.

Firemen

Thursday the 11th

This morning I finished transcribing my part of the story, which is the story called "Looking for My Mother in Six Thousand Miles". I was thinking of a composition topic, which was left by the class teacher for us to complete independently.At this moment, I heard some unusual voices coming from the corridor, and then two firefighters came to our house and asked my father if he could check the stove and chimney of our house, because there was a fire on the roof. A smoke exhaust pipe caught fire, but they still couldn't tell whose house the pipe belonged to.my father said:
"Come in quickly."

Although there is no open fire anywhere in our house, they still searched every corner of the room carefully, and put their ears on the wall to hear if there is a fire that has burned into the heating pipe, so that the fire may be Spread to the homes of residents on other floors.As the firemen checked our room, my father said to me:

"That's a good title, Enrico, The Fireman, try to write down what I tell you!
Two years ago, I saw how firefighters work.That night, when I came out of the Balbo Theater, the night was already very dark. When I first arrived at the Roman Avenue, I suddenly saw a very unusual light, surrounded by a group of people.A house was on fire, fierce flames and billowing smoke came out of the windows and roof of the house, from time to time, a man or a woman poked his head out of the window, and disappeared after a while, they screamed in despair , a large group of people gathered at the door of the building, and people were shouting loudly:

"They will be burned alive, save them! Where are the firefighters?"

Just then, a carriage arrived, and four firefighters jumped out of the carriage, they were the first to arrive at the scene.As soon as they got there, they rushed towards the house, and before they could get inside, a terrible thing happened. A lady who lived on the fourth floor ran to the window screaming and grabbed the edge of the balcony. Son, ready to climb down from there.She hung there like that, almost in mid-air, with her back facing outside, trying to bend her head to avoid the tongue of fire. The violent flames rushed out from the room, almost licking the top of the woman's head.The crowd shouted in horror, and the terrified residents on the third floor panicked and reported the wrong police. The firefighters mistakenly thought they were on the third floor, and broke through a wall on the third floor, and rushed into the house through the wall.Suddenly, everyone shouted:
"On the fourth floor, on the fourth floor!"

Hearing this, they immediately rushed to the fourth floor.The fire on the fourth floor was ferocious like a demon, and the flames rushed out from the doors and windows, and the corridors were filled with thick, choking smoke.In order to reach the rooms where those occupants are trapped, the only way now is to reach the rooms from the roof.The firefighters immediately jumped onto the roof, and within a short while, a black shadow appeared in the messy rubble amidst the thick smoke. That person was the corporal, and he was the first to arrive. over there.But in order to get from the roof to the row of besieged rooms, through the sea of ​​fire, the corporal had to pass between a very narrow skylight and the gutter in the eaves, because other places were already ablaze, The flames were frightening, and the small passage was covered with ice and snow, and there was no place to hold a hand. "It's impossible for him to pass!"

The crowd below roared, and the corporal walked carefully along the eaves like this. Everyone trembled with fear and looked at him holding their breath. Thank God, he finally passed.The crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers and went straight into the sky.The corporal now went on, and was about to reach the roof facing the room. He began to smash the beams, tiles, and rafters with his ax desperately, so that he could jump through the opening. go down.During this period, the woman was half hanging out of the window. The fire gradually approached her, and the fire became more and more fierce. It was about to burn her hair. After a while, the woman would fall. Went to the road below.Fortunately, at the closing moment, the hole was smashed open by a corporal, and we saw that corporal unfastened his shoulder straps and let himself down, and the firefighters who followed him also went down.Just then, a long porta ladder was erected, leaning against the pillars of the house, facing the flaming window, and screaming continuously, the scream was heart-warming. Everyone trembled, and the firefighters seemed to come too late.

"No one will come out alive!" the people shouted. "The firefighters are all on fire. Alas, there is no way to save them. They are all dead!"

Suddenly, a corporal dressed in jet black appeared at the window, the window with a balcony. His whole body was illuminated by the fierce flames spewing from his head. The woman wrapped her hands around his neck, while he wrapped his arms He hugged the woman's body, pulled her up, and put her down on the floor in the room.The crowd shouted in surprise again, and the sound was louder than the fire that filled the sky.

"But what about the others? How did they get down? There was a ladder standing by the other window, but it was some distance away from them. How could they get to that ladder?"

(End of this chapter)