炎热的一天过去了;傍晚,在美迪契大花园的一座游艺厅前面,国绕着那位大家称作“祖国之父”的科斯慕·美迪契,聚集了一群高雅的佛罗伦萨人,一边浅斟慢饮,一边享受那晚来的风凉。在他们头上,是明净澄碧的蓝天,随着灿烂美丽、然而色调柔和的晚霞的消散,慢慢地没入了黄昏。在这群人中间,有一个轮廓清晰的白发的头,特别引人注目,在座人们的注意,全系在他那两片娓娓讲述的嘴唇上了。然而,这位一看就富于睿智的老人,他的脸上的表情却是奇怪而混杂的:在那愉快舒展的额头和微笑的嘴角 The hot day passed; in the evening, in front of a playroom in the Major de Vide’s garden, the country gathered around a group of elegant Florentine people around Cosmopolitan, the “Father of the Motherland” , While sip slowly drink, while enjoying the coolness that night. In their head, is a clear clear blue sky, with bright and beautiful, but the soft sunset light dissipated slowly into the evening. Among the group, there was a clear-cut, white-haired head that was particularly noticeable, and the attention of the people sitting there, all attached to the two mouthfuls of his lips. However, when he looked at the wise man, the look on his face was weird and mixed: in the happy forehead and smiling mouth