除了星期日,每天晚上,这十个八岁的孩子,总要从隔壁那条街上的破木屋里出来,穿过偏僻的小巷,沿着巴得乔镇,缓缓走到一座简陋的木屋前去叩门。“晚上好,教员先生,可以进来吗?”年龄最大的阿姆勃罗得乔问。“请进吧。”传来教员安详的声音。孩子们走进屋里。房间很小,他们并排坐在用两块 Every Sunday night, every night, the ten eight-year-olds always come out from the shack in the next-door street, walk through the remote alleys, walk along the town of Pacho, and walk down to a shabby wooden house Go knocking. “Good evening, sir, can I come in?” Asked the oldest Ambrose Joe. “Come in. ” Came the serene voice of the teacher. Children come into the room. The room is small, they sit side by side with two