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"This is a busy day, I can assure you," resumed Coretti; "I have to do my work by fits and starts. I was writing my phrases, when some customers came in. I went to writing again, and behold, that cart arrived. I have already made two trips to the wood market in the Piazza Venezia this morning. My legs are so tired that I cannot stand, and my hands are all swollen. I should be in a pretty pickle if I had to draw!" And as he spoke he set about sweeping up the dry leaves and the straw which covered the brick-paved floor.
“今天是一个忙日，真的！一直没有空闲过。正想作文，客人来了。客人走了以后，执笔要写，方才的货车来了。今天跑了柴市两趟，腿麻木橡棒一样，手也硬硬的，如果想作画，一定弄不好的。”说着又用扫帚扫去散在四周的枯叶和柴屑。
"But where do you do your work, Coretti?" I inquired.
“可莱谛，你用功的地方在哪里？”我问。
"Not here, certainly," he replied. "Come and see"; and he led me into a little room behind the shop, which serves as a kitchen and dining-room, with a table in one corner, on which there were books and copy-books, and work which had been begun. "Here it is," he said; "I left the second answer unfinished: with which shoes are made, and belts. Now I will add, and valises." And, taking his pen, he began to write in his fine hand.
“不在这里。你来看看！”他引我到了店后的小屋里，这室差不多可以说是厨房兼食堂，桌上摆着书册、笔记簿和已开手的作文稿。“在这里啊！我还没有把第二题做好——用皮革做的东西。有靴子、皮带——还非再加一个不可呢——及皮袍。”他执了钢笔写着清楚的字。
"Is there any one here?" sounded a call from the shop at that moment. It was a woman who had come to buy some little fagots.
“有人吗？”喊声自外面进来，原来买主来了。
"Here I am!" replied Coretti; and he sprang out, weighed the fagots, took the money, ran to a corner to enter the sale in a shabby old account-book, and returned to his work, saying, "Let's see if I can finish that sentence." And he wrote, travelling-bags, and knapsacks for soldiers. "Oh, my poor coffee is boiling over!" he exclaimed, and ran to the stove to take the coffee-pot from the fire. "It is coffee for mamma," he said; "I had to learn how to make it. Wait a while, and we will carry it to her; you'll see what pleasure it will give her. She has been in bed a whole week.--Conjugation of the verb! I always scald my fingers with this coffee-pot. What is there that I can add after the soldiers' knapsacks? Something more is needed, and I can think of nothing. Come to mamma."
可莱谛回答着“请进来！”奔跳出去，称了柴，算了钱，又在壁角污旧的卖货簿上把帐记了，重新走进来：“非快把这作文做完不可。”说着执了笔继续写上：“旅行囊，兵士的背囊——咿哟！咖啡滚了！”跑到暖炉分取下咖啡瓶：“这是母亲的咖啡。我已学会煮咖啡了。请等一等，我们拿了一同到母亲那里去吧。母亲一定很欢喜的。母亲这个礼拜一直卧在床上。——丽，动词的变化——我好几次，被这咖啡壶烫痛了手了呢——兵土的背囊以后，写些什么好呢？——非再写点上去不可——一时想不出来——且到母亲那里去吧！”
He opened a door, and we entered another small room: there Coretti's mother lay in a big bed, with a white kerchief wound round her head.
可莱谛开了门，我和他一同走进那小室。母亲卧在阔大的床上，头上包着白的头巾。
"Ah, brave little master!" said the woman to me; "you have come to visit the sick, have you not?"
“啊！好哥儿！你是来望我的吗？”可莱谛的母亲看着我说。
Meanwhile, Coretti was arranging the pillows behind his mother's back, readjusting the bedclothes, brightening up the fire, and driving the cat off the chest of drawers.
可莱谛替母亲摆好了枕头，拉直了被，加上了炉煤，赶出卧在箱子上的猫。
