Although the kitchen was illuminated only by a small oil lamp, placed on the corner of the table, near the arm-chair, his poor grandmother had instantly perceived the wretched condition of her grandson, and had partly divined, partly brought him to confess, his misdeeds.

厨房里只有一盏小小的油灯，点在那安乐椅的角上。祖母在灯光中看见她孩子狼狈的光景，已大略地推测到八九分，却仍讯问他，使他供出所做的坏事来。

She loved this boy with all her soul. When she had learned all, she began to cry.

祖母是全心全意爱着孙子的。等明白了一切情形，就不觉哭泣起来。

"Ah, no!" she said, after a long silence, "you have no heart for your poor grandmother. You have no feeling, to take advantage in this manner of the absence of your father and mother, to cause me sorrow. You have left me alone the whole day long. You had not the slightest compassion. Take care, Ferruccio! You are entering on an evil path which will lead you to a sad end. I have seen others begin like you, and come to a bad end. If you begin by running away from home, by getting into brawls with the other boys, by losing soldi, then, gradually, from stone fights you will come to knives, from gambling to other vices, and from other vices to--theft."

过了一会儿，又说：“咽！你全不念着你祖母呢！没有良心的孙子啊！乘了你父母不在，就这样地使祖母受气！你把我冷落了一天了！全然不顾着我吗？留心啊！费鲁乔你走上坏路了！如果这样下去，立刻要受苦呢！在孩子的时候做了你这样的事，大起来会变成恶汉的。我知道的很多。你现在终日在外游荡，和别的孩子打架、花钱、至于用石头刀子打架，恐怕结果将由赌棍变成可怕的——盗贼呢！”

Ferruccio stood listening three paces away, leaning against a cupboard, with his chin on his breast and his brows knit, being still hot with wrath from the brawl. A lock of fine chestnut hair fell across his forehead, and his blue eyes were motionless.

费鲁乔远远地靠在橱旁站着听，下巴碰着了前胸，双眉皱聚，似乎打架的怒气还未消除。那栗色的美发覆盖了额角，青碧的眼垂着不动。

"From gambling to theft!" repeated his grandmother, continuing to weep. "Think of it, Ferruccio! Think of that scourge of the country about here, of that Vito Mozzoni, who is now playing the vagabond in the town; who, at the age of twenty-four, has been twice in prison, and has made that poor woman, his mother, die of a broken heart--I knew her; and his father has fled to Switzerland in despair. Think of that bad fellow, whose salute your father is ashamed to return: he is always roaming with miscreants worse than himself, and some day he will go to the galleys. Well, I knew him as a boy, and he began as you are doing. Reflect that you will reduce your father and mother to the same end as his."

“由赌棍变成盗贼呢！”祖母啜泣着反复地说。“稍微想想吧！费鲁乔啊！但看那无赖汉维多·莫左尼吧！那家伙现在在街上浮荡着，年纪不过二十四岁，已进过两次监牢。他母亲终于为他忧闷而死了，那母亲是我一向认识的。父亲也愤恨极了，逃到瑞士去了。像你的父亲，即使看见了他，也不愿和他谈话的。你试想想那恶汉吧，那家伙现在和他的党徒在附近逛荡，将来总是保不牢头颅的啊！我从他小儿的时候就知道他，他那时也和你一样的。你自己去想吧！你要使你父亲母亲也受那样的苦吗？”