He sat down again, and took one of my hands in his.

先生说了重新坐下，握住我的手。

"And tell me," my father said, with a smile, "do you not recall any roguish tricks?"

“怎样？还记得我那时的恶作剧吗！”父亲笑着说。

"Of yours, sir?" replied the old man, also with a smile. "No; not just at this moment. But that does not in the least mean that you never played any. However, you had good judgment; you were serious for your age. I remember the great affection of your mother for you. But it is very kind and polite of you to have come to seek me out. How could you leave your occupations, to come and see a poor old schoolmaster?"

“你吗？”老人也笑了。“不，不记得什么了。你原也算是淘气的。不过，你是个伶俐的孩子，并且与年龄相比，也大得快了一点。记得你母亲很爱你哩。这姑且不提，啊！今天你来得很难得，谢谢你！难为你在繁忙中还能来看我这表老的苦教师！”

"Listen, Signor Crosetti," responded my father with vivacity. "I recollect the first time that my poor mother accompanied me to school. It was to be her first parting from me for two hours; of letting me out of the house alone, in other hands than my father's; in the hands of a stranger, in short. To this good creature my entrance into school was like my entrance into the world, the first of a long series of necessary and painful separations; it was society which was tearing her son from her for the first time, never again to return him to her intact. She was much affected; so was I. I bade her farewell with a trembling voice, and then, as she went away, I saluted her once more through the glass in the door, with my eyes full of tears. And just at that point you made a gesture with one hand, laying the other on your breast, as though to say, 'Trust me, signora.' Well, the gesture, the glance, from which I perceived that you had comprehended all the sentiments, all the thoughts of my mother; that look which seemed to say, 'Courage!' that gesture which was an honest promise of protection, of affection, of indulgence, I have never forgotten; it has remained forever engraved on my heart; and it is that memory which induced me to set out from Turin. And here I am, after the lapse of four and forty years, for the purpose of saying to you, 'Thanks, dear teacher.'"

“克洛赛谛先生！”父亲用很高兴的声音说，“我还记得母亲第一次领我到学校里去的光景。母亲和我离开两点钟之久，那是第一回。母亲将我从自己手里交给别人，觉得似乎母子就从此分离了，心里很是悲哀，我也很是难过。我在窗上和母亲说再会的时候，眼中充满了泪水。这时先生用手招呼我，先生那时的姿势，脸色，都好像洞悉了母亲的心情似的。先生那时的眼色，好像在说‘不要紧！’我看了那时先生的神情，就明白知道先生是保护我的，饶恕我的。先生那时的样子，我不会忘记，永远刻在我心里了。今天把我从丘林拉到此地来的就是这个记忆。因为要想在四十四年后的今天再见见先生，向先生道谢，所以来的。”