love education

Chapter 47 June (3)
"I just saw my former female teacher."

"She's going to be bedridden."

My mother replied that her eyes were still red, and she turned to look at me intently, and said sadly:
"Your poor teacher, she is very ill now."

Award Ceremony for Evening School Students

Sunday 25th

We all went to the Victoria Emmanuel Theater to watch the feast of awarding medals to the workers as we had agreed before.The theater was decorated the same as it was on March [-]th. It was full of people and voices, and the entire hall was almost full of workers and their families.The audience was full of boys and girls from the school choir, singing for the occasion.The song they sang was for the soldiers who died in the Crimean War, and it was really beautiful.When the children finished singing the song, everyone stood up and applauded and cheered for them.The applause and cheers continued for a long time, and they had no choice but to sing the song again.After the song was sung, all the award recipients lined up in front of the mayor, as well as various executives and other dignitaries from all walks of life. They presented books, bank passbooks, certificates and medals to the winners one by one.In the corner of the auditorium, I noticed that the little mason had also come to the theater, and he was sitting beside his mother. Looking at other places in a blink of an eye, I also found my class teacher, and behind the class teacher sat three of us. The red-haired teacher in grade.

The first batch of students on the podium were students from the Night Painting School.Among them were goldsmiths, sculptors and lithographers, and, of course, carpenters and masons.Next came students from the business school, and then students from the conservatory, among them several female students and working women, all in festive attire.When they stepped onto the podium, everyone greeted them with extremely enthusiastic applause.The last ones to go on the stage were the students from the junior evening school, and their presence was even more lively.Their ages are uneven, and they come from all walks of life, and all of them dress up very differently. Some of them have gray beards, some are boys working in factories, and some have long hair. black bearded mechanic.The children looked relaxed and at ease, while the adults seemed a little nervous. People applauded the elders and cheered for the children, but none of the audience was laughing, just Like they did at our awards ceremony, all faces were focused and serious.

The wives and children of many award recipients are sitting in the auditorium. Whenever a child sees his father passing by the podium, he will shout his father's name at the top of his voice and wave his hand. He gestured to his father and laughed loudly.There were farmers and porters who had received awards from the Bucampagini school, and a shoe-shine boy from the Stadella school who my father knew, and an official handed the certificate Handed it to the boy.After him, I saw a man walking on the podium, he was like a giant, I seem to have seen this man more than once before, he is the father of the little mason, he won the second prize today, I still remember the first time I saw him in that attic, sitting in front of his son's hospital bed.

And I immediately found the figure of the little mason in the auditorium. He is such a poor little thing. His eyes were about to shine when he looked at his father. In order to hide his surging mood, he started to do it again. His bunny grimaced.At that moment, I heard a burst of enthusiastic applause from the crowd, and I looked up to the stage. It was a little chimney sweeper, his face was washed white, but he was still wearing his shirt. Overalls, at this time, the mayor was holding his hand and talking to him.The chimney sweep was followed by a cook, and after the cook was a city sweeper from the Ranieri school, who was also there to receive his prize.Now my heart is really touched. My heart seems to be filled with great enthusiasm and respect. Whenever I think of these hard-working workers, these workers have already formed families and become the fathers of their children. In order to get With so much blood, sweat and energy going into this award, I just can't contain my excitement.Do you know how much difficulty their hard work will add to their hard work? Do you know how much precious sleep time they have to give up to persist in studying? Do you know how much they are uncomfortable and unaccustomed to in the process of persistence? , but they still have to use their thick fingers to clumsily write new words one by one!

At this time, a boy who worked in a factory walked up to the podium. Obviously, for this event, his father lent his son his baggy jacket, because the sleeves of the jacket were too big for the boy. Too long for his tiny arms, he had to pull back his fat sleeves again and again to be able to free his hands to receive the award.Many people laughed when they saw this scene, but the laughter was quickly drowned out by applause.The next guy on stage had a bald head and a white beard, and some soldiers from the artillery unit, and one of them was studying night classes at our school.Then came some customs guards and policemen, and among them were the guards from our own school.

Finally, the night school students once again sang songs dedicated to the fallen soldiers in Crimea, but this time they sang more emotionally, and their singing came from the heart So much so that the audience in the audience was slowly immersed in this deep emotion. They didn't make any noise, and almost no one applauded.

In a short time, the whole street was crowded with people. In front of the main entrance of the theater stood the chimney sweep, holding a certificate tied with a red ribbon in his hand, and many gentlemen around him were talking with him. say.Many people across the road also congratulated them, including workers, children, policemen, teachers, and my class teacher from the third grade also joined the crowd and stood between the two artillerymen.There are also some wives of those workers, who still hold their own children in their arms, and the children are holding the award certificate that their father just won in their small hands, and they are proudly showing it to passers-by.

my dead teacher
Tuesday the 27st

My poor lady teacher passed away while we were watching the awards at the Victoria Emmanuel Theatre.She died at two o'clock in the afternoon, just two weeks after she had visited my mother for the last time.Yesterday morning, my homeroom teacher came to class and told us the news:

"Those of you who have been her students know what a wonderful person she is, how much she loves her students, she is like a mother to them, but now, she is no longer Yes. For a long time, the terrible disease has been eating away at her health and life. If she hadn't worked hard to earn money to support herself, maybe she would be able to take better care of herself, and maybe she would recover and say Not sure. Say a thousand, say ten thousand, if she can take a leave and let herself have a good rest, maybe she can live a few more months, but she can't do without you, even if it is her life The last day. On Saturday, that is, the seventeenth, she finally decided to leave her students, and at the same time, she was sure that she would never have the opportunity to see them again. She gave these children her last advice and kissed Each of them, then left in tears. We will never see her again, please remember her in your heart, my children!"

Poor Prix, who had been a pupil of that lady teacher, was so sad that he leaned his head on the table and began to cry.

After school yesterday afternoon we went all together to the poor dead woman's house, to accompany her to church.There was a hearse parked in the street, pulled by two horses, and many people were waiting for the teacher's funeral, and they talked to each other in lowered voices.There were people standing around, the principal of our school, teachers of both sexes, and even teachers from other schools where the dead teacher had worked.Almost all the children in their class arrived, all led by their respective mothers. These mothers still held small candles in their hands, and many children came from other classes.In addition, fifty students from the Baletti school also came, some of them were holding wreaths in their hands, while others were holding bouquets of roses.Lots of wreaths had been placed on the hearse, and there was a huge gum wreath on top of the hearse that read in black: [-]th Grade Lays Wreaths to Their Teachers.Just under the big wreath was a very small wreath brought by some little children.There were also many maidservants in the crowd, who had been sent here by their respective mistresses, and all held candles in their hands.There were also two waiters in uniform, and they held already lit torches in their hands.Also in the crowd was a rather wealthy gentleman, the father of one of the teacher's pupils, who donated his carriage, which was adorned with blue ribbons.Everyone huddled together and stood by the gate, and a few girls were wiping their tears gently.

We stood there quietly and waited until the teacher's coffin was lifted out.When the coffin was carried onto the hearse, several little guys couldn't help crying loudly, and one even screamed, as if it was the first time he realized that his teacher was dead, and he cried so sadly , almost convulsed, and they had to pull him away.

Then, people slowly walked into the queue for the hearse, and the queue set off. The daughters of Concezu, who walked in the front, were dressed in green dresses; followed by the daughters of Maria, who were In white, and trimmed with blue ribbons; and after the girls went the clergymen, and after the hearse the teachers and girls, and the little fellows of the first grades, and all the others; People on the street followed at the end of the line. They either walked to the window or the door, and saw so many boys and girls gathered outside, and there were wreaths of flowers, they all talked about it. :
"A governess has died."

Even the mothers who accompanied the youngest little ones to see off the teachers couldn't help crying.When the hearse arrived at the church, the coffin was lifted from the hearse and placed in the center of the hall, just in front of the great altar, where the governesses placed wreaths on the coffin and the children covered the coffin with flowers. and the others round the coffin, holding candles in their hands, began to sing hymns in the great dimly lit church.After the pastor finished his eulogy, the candles in everyone's hands were blown out in an instant, and everyone left in a hurry, only the dead female teacher was left there.Oh, poor teacher, she is so kind to me, she is always so patient, she has suffered a lot for us children!She left all her little books to the students, and everything she owned, an inkwell for this kid, a little drawing for that kid, and just two days before she died, she The principal said she didn't want the youngest children to go to her funeral because she didn't want to see them cry.

She was always so good, she gave so much for the school and the kids, and now she's dead!Poor teacher, I was thrown alone in the dark and heavy church, goodbye!farewell!My good friend, my good teacher, my sad but sweet childhood!

gratitude
Wednesday 28nd

The poor female teacher wanted to finish this year's class, but she left us just three days before she finished the class.The day after tomorrow, we will go to school again to hear a reading of a new monthly story called "A Shipwreck", and then the semester will be over.The first day of June falls on a Saturday, and our exam day begins.After this day, my fourth year in this school will also end. If the female teacher has not died of illness, what a wonderful school life it would be!
Thinking back on that past October, and everything that happened in that month, I seem to understand a lot: I have a lot of fresh ideas in my head, and I am sure that I can speak and write better. What I think, I can do the math, and even a lot of adults don't know how to deal with it, but I can help them do the math.I also understand a lot of things, I can understand almost everything I read, and I am very satisfied now, how many people have inspired me along the way and helped me learn more knowledge!Each of them is different, whether I am at home, at school, or on the street, everywhere I have been, all the people and things I have seen will inspire me.Now, I really want to thank all of you.

I want to thank you, my dear teacher, you are so tolerant to me and always love your students so affectionately. For you, every bit of new knowledge I learn is a kind of hard work. I am now full of joy and pride for this; I thank you, Deross, you are my most admired classmate, I always get the fastest and most timely answers from you, and you help me understand the most difficult things. Difficult questions, also helped me overcome all kinds of difficulties in the exam; and you, Stadi, you are so brave and strong, you let me learn how to overcome difficulties with a will of steel; and you, gentle And generous Galen, you have made those who know you gentle and generous; and you, Pricaus and Cleti, you have taught me how to learn to be brave in suffering, Knowing how to deal with it calmly when suffering, I send my gratitude to you, and I also send my gratitude to all the remaining people.

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