The Soldiers.

士兵

Tuesday, 22d.

星期二，22日。

His son had been a volunteer in the army when he died: this is the reason why the head-master always goes to the Corso to see the soldiers pass, when we come out of school. Yesterday a regiment of infantry was passing, and fifty boys began to dance around the band, singing and beating time with their rulers on their bags and portfolios. We were standing in a group on the sidewalk, watching them: Garrone, squeezed into his clothes, which were too tight for him, was biting at a large piece of bread; Votini, the well-dressed boy, who always wears Florence plush; Precossi, the son of the blacksmith, with his father's jacket; and the Calabrian; and the "little mason"; and Crossi, with his red head; and Franti, with his bold face; and Robetti, too, the son of the artillery captain, the boy who saved the child from the omnibus, and who now walks on crutches.

校长先生自爱儿在陆军志愿兵中死去以后，课外的时间，常常出去看军队通过。昨天又有一联队在街上通过，小孩们都集拢在一处，合了那乐队的调子，把竹尺敲击皮袋或书夹，依了拍子跳旋着。我们也集在路旁，看着军队进行。卡隆着了狭小的衣服，也嚼着很大的面包在那里立着看。还有衣服很漂亮的华梯尼呀；铁匠店的儿子、穿着父亲的旧衣服的泼来可西呀；格拉勃利亚少年呀；“小石匠”呀；赤发的克洛西呀；相貌很平常的匆兰谛呀；炮兵大尉的儿子，因从马车下救出幼儿自己跛了脚的洛佩谛呀；都在一起。

Franti burst into a derisive laugh, in the face of a soldier who was limping. But all at once he felt a man's hand on his shoulder: he turned round; it was the head-master. "Take care," said the master to him; "jeering at a soldier when he is in the ranks, when he can neither avenge himself nor reply, is like insulting a man who is bound: it is baseness." Franti disappeared. The soldiers were marching by fours, all perspiring and covered with dust, and their guns were gleaming in the sun.

有一个破了足的兵士走过，勿兰谛笑了起来。忽然有人去攫勿兰谛的肩头，仔细一看，原来是校长先生。校长先生说：“注意！嘲笑在队伍中的兵士，好像辱骂缚着的人，真是可耻的事！”勿兰谛立刻躲到不知哪里去了。兵士分作四列进行，身上满是汗和灰尘，枪映在日光中闪烁地发光。

The head-master said:

校长先生对我们说：