The Little Mason

小石匠

Sunday, 11th.

星期日，11日。

The little mason came to-day, in a hunting-jacket, entirely dressed in the cast-off clothes of his father, which were still white with lime and plaster. My father was even more anxious than I that he should come. How much pleasure he gives us! No sooner had he entered than he pulled off his ragged cap, which was all soaked with snow, and thrust it into one of his pockets; then he advanced with his listless gait, like a weary workman, turning his face, as smooth as an apple, with its ball-like nose, from side to side; and when he entered the dining-room, he cast a glance round at the furniture and fixed his eyes on a small picture of Rigoletto, a hunchbacked jester, and made a "hare's face." It is impossible to refrain from laughing when one sees him make that hare's face.

今天，“小石匠”到家里来访过我们了。他着了父亲穿旧的衣服，满身都沾着石粉与石灰。他如约到我们家里来，我很快活，我父亲也欢喜。他真是一个有趣的小孩。一进门就脱去了被雪打湿了的帽子，塞在袋里，阔步地到了里面，脸像苹果一样，注视着一切。等走进食堂，把周围陈设打量了一会儿，看到那驼背的滑稽画，就装了一次兔脸。他那兔脸，谁见了也不能不笑的。

We went to playing with bits of wood: he possesses an extraordinary skill at making towers and bridges, which seem to stand as though by a miracle, and he works at it quite seriously, with the patience of a man. Between one tower and another he told me about his family: they live in a garret; his father goes to the evening school to learn to read, and his mother is a washerwoman. And they must love him, of course, for he is clad like a poor boy, but he is well protected from the cold, with neatly mended clothes, and with his necktie nicely tied by his mother's hands. His father, he told me, is a fine man,--a giant, who has trouble in getting through doors, but he is kind, and always calls his son "hare's face": the son, on the contrary, is rather small.

我们做积木的游戏。“小石匠”对于筑塔造桥有异样的本领，坚忍不倦地认真去做，样子居然像大人。他一边玩着积木，一边告诉我自己家里的事情：他家只是一间人家的屋阁，父亲夜间进夜校，母亲还替人家洗衣服。我看他父母必定是很爱他的。他衣服虽旧，却穿得很温暖，破绽了的处所补缀得很妥帖，像领带，如果不经母亲的手也断不能结得那样整齐好看。他身形不大，据说，他父亲是个身材高大的人，进出家门都须屈着身，平时呼他儿子叫“兔子头”。