The mainspring of what is told of the daily events of school life, or in the stories supplementing them, has its origin in the noblest and finest of sentiments that spring spontaneously from the heart, revealing that personality toward which sympathy is immediately attracted and which throughout life possesses a charm second to no other.
his place, when his neighbors presented him with pens and a print; and another boy, from the last bench, sent him a Swiss postage-stamp.
The boy who sent the postage-stamp to the Calabrian is the one who pleases me best of all. His name is Garrone: he is the biggest boy in the class: he is about fourteen years old; his head is large, his shoulders broad; he is good, as one can see when he smiles; but it seems as though he always thought like a man. I already know many of my comrades. Another one pleases me, too, by the name of Coretti, and he wears chocolate-colored trousers and a catskin cap: he is always jolly; he is the son of a huckster of wood, who was a soldier in the war of 1866, in the squadron of Prince Umberto, and they say that he has three medals. There is little Nelli, a poor hunchback, a weak boy, with a thin face. There is one who is very well dressed, who always wears fine Florentine plush, and is named Votini. On the bench in front of
very nice novel for kids. It is one of the impressive and emotionable books I ever read when I was a child though it was in a version other than Italian and English. I could not find the English version for my daughter in local library... probably that print version is out of date. Many thanks to MANYBOOKS.NET for allowing me to download it.