Fragment: TO DAY is the first day of school. These three months of vacation in the country have passed like a dream. This morning my mother conducted me to the Baretti schoolhouse to have me enter for the third elementary course: I was thinking of the country and went unwillingly. All the streets were swarming with boys: the two book shops were thronged with fathers and mothers who were purchasing bags, portfolios, and copy books, and in front of the school so many people had collected , that the beadle and the policeman found it difficult to keep the entrance disencumbered. Near the door, I felt myself touched on the shoulder: it was my master of the second class, cheerful, as usual, and with his red hair ruffled, and he said to me: "So we are separated forever, Enrico?" I knew it perfectly well, yet these words pained me. We made our way in with difficulty. Ladies, gentlemen, women of the people, workmen , officials, nuns, servants, all leading boys with one hand, and holding the promotion books in the other, filled the anteroom and the stairs , making such a buzzing, that it seemed as though one were entering a theatre. I beheld again with pleasure that large room on the ground floor, with the doors leading to the seven classes, where I had passed nearly every day for three years. There was a throng; the teachers were going and coming. My schoolmistress of the first upper class greeted me from the door of the class room, and said: "Enrico, you are going to the floor above this year. I shall never see you pass by any more!" and she gazed sadly at me. The director was srrounded by women in distress because there was no room for their sons, and it struck me that his beard was a little whiter than it had been last year. I fund the boys had grown taller and stouter. On the ground floor, where the divisions had already been made, there were little children of the first and lowest section, who did not want to enter the class rooms, and who resisted like donkeys: it was necessary to drag them in by force, and some escaped from the benches; others , when they saw their parents depart, began to cry, and the parents had to go back and comfort and reprimand them, and the teachers were in despair.