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由于写一篇弗洛伦撒小抄写员内容真的十分长，所以分为了五个部分，爱的教育的忠实粉要耐心等待哦
有很多不足的地方希望大家多多指出 一起纠正 谢谢捧场撒 ❤👄共同进步么么么么么么
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THE LITTLE FLORENTINE SCRIBE.
(_Monthly Story._)

He was in the fourth elementary class. He was a graceful Florentine lad of twelve, with black hair and a white face, the eldest son of an employee on the railway, who, having a large family and but small pay, lived in straitened circumstances. His father loved him and was tolerably kind and indulgent to him--indulgent in everything except in that which referred to school: on this point he required a great deal, and showed himself severe, because his son was obliged to attain such a rank as would enable him to soon obtain a place and help his family; and in order to accomplish anything quickly, it was necessary that he should work a great deal in a very short time. And although the lad studied, his father was always exhorting him to study more.

His father was advanced in years, and too much toil had aged him before his time. Nevertheless, in order to provide for the necessities of his family, in addition to the toil which his occupation imposed upon him, he obtained special work here and there as a copyist, and passed a good part of the night at his writing-table. Lately, he had undertaken, in behalf of a house which published journals and books in parts, to write upon the parcels the names and addresses of their subscribers, and he earned three lire for every five hundred of these paper wrappers, written in large and regular characters. But this work wearied him, and he often complained of it to his family at dinner.

"My eyes are giving out," he said; "this night work is killing me." One day his son said to him, "Let me work instead of you, papa; you know that I can write like you, and fairly well." But the father answered:-- "No, my son, you must study; your school is a much more important thing than my wrappers; I feel remorse at robbing you of a single hour; I thank you, but I will not have it; do not mention it to me again."

The son knew that it was useless to insist on such a matter with his father, and he did not persist; but this is what he did. He knew that exactly at midnight his father stopped writing, and quitted his workroom to go to his bedroom; he had heard him several times: as soon as the twelve strokes of the clock had sounded, he had heard the sound of a chair drawn back, and the slow step of his father. One night he waited until the latter was in bed, then dressed himself very, very softly, and felt his way to the little workroom, lighted the petroleum lamp again, seated himself at the writing-table, where lay a pile of white wrappers and the list of addresses, and began to write, imitating exactly his father's handwriting. And he wrote with a will, gladly, a little in fear, and the wrappers piled up, and from time to time he dropped the pen to rub his hands, and then began again with increased alacrity, listening and smiling. He wrote a hundred and sixty--one lira! Then he stopped, placed the pen where he had found it, extinguished the light, and went back to bed on tiptoe.
叙利亚是个小学五年级的学生，一个十二岁的佛罗伦萨小伙子。他相貌清秀，一头黑发，脸色有点苍白。他是一个铁路职员的大儿子。他们家庭人口很多，收入却微薄，一家人过着拮据的日子，他的父亲很爱他，处处依着他，只是对他的学习要求很高很严。他要儿子必须努力用功，以便将来谋得一个好职位供养全家人的生活。
他的父亲已经上了年纪。可是，为了贴补家用，除了日常的一份工作以外，他还到处给人当抄写员挣钱。每天晚上，他都要在写字台上伏案抄写到深夜。最近，某杂志社托他抄写寄给订户的封条，要求用工整的正楷字抄写。抄写五百份可得六角钱，这项工作非常累人，他总在饭桌上对家人抱怨：
“我的眼睛不行了，这种夜间的抄写工作真会要了我的命。”
有一天，他的儿子对他说：“爸爸，我来替你抄吧，你知道的，我可以把字写得和你一样好。”可他的父亲回答道：“不行，儿子，你得学习。你的学习更加重要，我不想占用你的哪怕只是一个小时的时间。谢谢你的好意，可我是不会接受的，别再向我提这件事了。”
叙利亚知道在这件事上同父亲争下去是没有用的，他嘴上不再坚持，可暗地里却悄悄地做了起来。他知道晚上到了十二点钟，父亲就会停止抄写，离开工作间到自己的卧室里去。好多次了，钟刚敲过十二响，他就能听到椅子向后拖的声音，然后是父亲缓慢沉重的脚步声。一天晚上，他等父亲上床睡下后，就悄悄地穿衣起床，轻手轻脚地摸进工作间，点上煤油灯，在写字桌前坐下，面前是空白的纸条和杂志社订户的名册。他模仿着父亲的笔迹开始抄写。他有些欣喜，又有些害怕，写上姓名和地址的条子渐渐积多了，他不时地放下手中的笔，揉着酸痛的手，又开始抄写。他一面微笑着，一面侧耳听着动静。那一晚，他抄了一百六十张——挣到两角钱了！然后他停了下来，把笔放在原来的地方，熄了灯，又蹑手蹑脚地回去睡觉了。

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