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,沿着偏僻的小巷,穿过巴得乔镇,缓缓走到一一座简陋的木屋前去叩门。“晚安!教员先生,可以进来吗?”年龄最最大大的的阿姆勃罗得乔问。“请进吧。”传来教员安详的声音。孩子们走进屋里。房间很小,右边放着木板床,左边搁着脸盆架,中央摆着一张大红木写字台,这是室内最漂 Except for Sunday, every night, the ten eight-year-olds always came out of the wooden shack in the next-door street and walked along the remote alleyway through the town of Pardjo until they walked slowly Knocking in front of the wooden house. “Good night! Teacher, can you come in?” Asked Ambrose Rhodes, the oldest. “Come in. ” Came the serene voice of the teacher. Children come into the room. The room is very small, on the right of the wooden bed, resting on the left basin stand, the central display of a large mahogany desk, this is the most indoor drift