Cuore: An Italian Schoolboy's Journal, a Book for Boys

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T.Y. Crowell & Company, 1915 - 326 pages
 

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Page 27 - The gentleman did not second him, and his son said slowly, in a very thread of a voice, without raising his eyes from the ground : "I beg your pardon — for the insulting — foolish — ignoble — words which I uttered against your father, whose hand my father — would feel himself honored — to press.
Page 10 - It was this very morning that Garrone let us know what he is like. When I entered the school a little late, because the mistress of the upper first had stopped me to inquire at what hour she could find me at home, the master had not yet arrived, and three or four boys were tormenting poor Crossi, the oue with the red hair, who has a dead arm, and whose mother sells vegetables.
Page 288 - Germans in defense of France in 1870. He was possessed of the flame of heroism and the genius of war. He was engaged in forty battles, and won thirty-seven of them. " When he was not fighting, he was laboring for his living, or he shut himself up in a solitary island, and tilled the soil. He was teacher, sailor, workman, trader, soldier, general, dictator. He was simple, great, and good. He hated all oppressors, he loved all peoples, he protected all the weak; he had no other aspiration than good,...
Page 27 - Nobis's bench. When they were seated, the father of Nobis bowed and went away. The charcoal-man remained standing there in thought for several moments, gazing at the two boys side by side ; then he approached the bench, and fixed upon Nobis a look expressive of affection and regret, as though he were desirous of saying something to him, but he did not say anything ; he stretched out his hand to bestow a caress upon him, but he did not dare, and merely stroked his brow with his large fingers. Then...
Page 62 - Ask his forgiveness," said the head-master to Garoffi. Garoffi, bursting into tears, embraced the old man's knees, and the latter, having felt for the boy's head with his hand, caressed his hair. Then all said: — " Go away, boy ! go, return home.
Page 289 - He was strong, blond, and handsome. On the field of battle he was a thunderbolt, in his affections he was a child, in affliction a saint. Thousands of Italians have died for their country, happy, if, •when dying, they saw him pass victorious in the distance; thousands would have allowed themselves to be killed for him; millions have blessed him and will bless him.
Page 26 - This workman has come," said the master, "to complain that your son Carlo said to his boy, 'Your father is a tattered beggar.' " Nobis' father frowned and reddened slightly. Then he asked his son, "Did you say that?" His son, who was standing in the middle of the school, with his head hanging, in front of little Betti, made no reply. Then his father grasped him by one arm and pushed him forward, facing Betti, so that they nearly touched, and said to him, "Beg his pardon.
Page 26 - Garrone' 29. What effect in the master's "I forgive you" ? 30. What lesson is taught in this story ? THE CHARCOAL MAN AND THE GENTLEMAN. Garrone would certainly never have uttered the words which Carlo Nobis spoke yesterday morning to Betti. Carlo Nobis is proud, because his father is a great gentleman ; a tall gentleman, with a black beard, and very serious, who accompanies his son to school nearly every day. Yesterday morning Nobis quarrelled with Betti, one of the smallest boys, and the son of...
Page 1 - I was thinking of the country and went unwillingly. All the streets were swarming with boys : the two...
Page 93 - Look down there," said the captain, pushing him to the window; "on the plain, near the houses of Villafranca, where there is a gleam of bayonets. There stand our troops, motionless. You are to take this billet, tie yourself to the rope, descend from the window, get down that slope in an instant, make your way across the fields, arrive at our men, and give the note to the first officer you see. Throw off your belt and knapsack.

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