Poor head-master! he is always the first at his post in the morning, waiting for the scholars and lending an ear to the parents; and when the other masters are already on their way home, he is still hovering about the school, and looking out that the boys do not get under the carriage-wheels, or hang about the streets to stand on their heads, or fill their bags with sand or stones; and the moment he makes his appearance at a corner, so tall and black, flocks of boys scamper off in all directions, abandoning their games of coppers and marbles, and he threatens them from afar with his forefinger, with his sad and loving air. No one has ever seen him smile, my mother says, since the death of his son, who was a volunteer in the army: he always keeps the latter's portrait before his eyes, on a little table in the head-master's room. He wanted to go away after this misfortune; he prepared his application for retirement to the Municipal Council, and kept it always on his table, putting off sending it from day to day, because it grieved him to leave the boys.

校长先生每晨第一个到学校，等学生来上学，候父兄来谈话。别的先生回去了以后，他一人还留着，在学校附近到处巡视，防恐有学生被车子碰倒或在路上胡闹。只要一看见先生那高而黑的影子，群集在路上逗留的小孩们就会弃了玩的东西逃散。先生那时，总远远地用了难过而充满了情爱的脸色，唤住正在逃散的小孩们。据母亲说：先生自爱儿参加志愿兵死去以后，就不见有笑容了。现在校长室的小桌上，置着他爱儿的照相。先生遭了那不幸以后，一时曾想辞职，据说已将向市政所提出辞职的辞职书写好，藏在抽屉里，因为不忍与小孩别离，还踌躇着未曾决定。

But the other day he seemed undecided; and my father, who was in the director's room with him, was just saying to him, "What a shame it is that you are going away, Signor Director!" when a man entered for the purpose of inscribing the name of a boy who was to be transferred from another schoolhouse to ours, because he had changed his residence. At the sight of this boy, the head-master made a gesture of astonishment, gazed at him for a while, gazed at the portrait that he keeps on his little table, and then stared at the boy again, as he drew him between his knees, and made him hold up his head. This boy resembled his dead son. The head-master said, "It is all right," wrote down his name, dismissed the father and son, and remained absorbed in thought. "What a pity that you are going away!" repeated my father. And then the head-master took up his application for retirement, tore it in two, and said, "I shall remain."

有一天，我父亲在校长室和先生谈话。父亲向先生说：“辞职是多少乏味的事啊！”这时，恰巧有一个人领了孩子来见校长，是请求转学的。校长先生见了那小孩似乎吃了一惊，将那小孩的脸貌和桌上的照相比较打量了好久，拉小孩靠近膝旁，拓了他的头，注视一会儿，说了一句“可以的”，记下姓名，叫他们父子回去，自己仍自沉思。我父亲继续说：“先生一辞职，我们不是困难了吗？”先生听了，就从抽屉里取出辞职书，撕成两段，说：“已把辞职的意思打消了。”