爱的教育(英文版)
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Friday, 5th. Children with the Rickets

Today I took a vacation,because I was not well,and my mother tookme to the Institution for Children with the Rickets,whither she went to recommend a child belonging to our porter;but she did not allow me to go into the school.

Did you not understand,Enrico,why I did not permit you to enter?It was in order not to place before the eyes of those unfortunates,there in the midst of the school,as though on exhibition,a strong,healthy boy.They have already but too many opportunities for making painful comparisons.What a sad thing!Tears rushed from my heart when I went in.There were sixty of them,boys and girls.Poor tortured bones!Poor hands,poor little shrivelled and distorted feet!Poor little deformed bodies!I found many charming faces,with eyes full of intelligence and affection.There was one little child's face with the pointed nose and sharp chin of an old woman;but it wore a smile of celestial sweetness.Some,viewed from the front,are handsome,and appear to be without defects;but when they turn round-they cast a weight upon your soul.The doctor was there,visiting them.He set them upright on their benches and pulled up their little garments,to feel their swollen stomachs and enlarged joints;but they did not show the least shame,poor creatures!It was evident that they were children who were used to being undressed,examined,turned round on all sides.And to think that they are now in the best stages of their malady,when they hardly suffer at all any more!But who can say what they suffered during the first stage,while their bodies were undergoing the process of deformation,when with the increase of their infirmity,they saw affection decrease around them,poor children saw themselves left alone for hour after hour in a corner of the room or the courtyard,badly nourished,and at times scoffed at,or tormented for months by bandages and by useless orthopedic apparatus!

Now,however,thanks to care and good food and gymnastic exercises,many are improving.Their schoolmistress makes them practise gymnastics.It was a pitiful sight to see them,at a certain command,extend all those bandaged legs under the benches squeezed as they were between splints,knotty and deformed;limbs which should have been covered with kisses!Some could not rise from the bench,but remained there,with their heads resting on their arms,stroking their crutches with their hands;others,on making the thrust with their arms,felt their breath fail them,and fell back on their seats,pale,but smiling to conceal their panting.

Ah,Enrico!You other children do not prize your good health,and it seems to you so small a thing to be well!I thought of the strong and thriving lads,whom their mothers carry about in triumph,proud of their beauty;and I could have clasped all those poor little heads,I could have pressed them to my heart,in despair;I could have said,had I been alone,“I will never stir from here again;I wish to consecrate my life to you,to serve you,to be a mother to you all,to my last day.”

And in the meantime,they sang;sang in peculiar,thin,sweet,sad voices,which penetrated the soul.When their teacher praised them,they looked happy;and as she passed among the benches,they kissed her hands and wrists;for they are very grateful for what is done for them,and very affectionate.These little angels have good minds,and study well,the teacher told me.The teacher is young and gentle,with a face full of kindness,but with a certain expression of sadness,like a reflection of the misfortunes which she caresses and comforts.Dear girl!Among all the human creatures who earn their livelihood by toil,there is not one who earns it more holily than you!

Your mother