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1、In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more. It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early. Then the electric lights came on, and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows. There was much game hanging outside the shops, and the snow powdered
2、in the fur of the foxes and the wind blew their tails. The deer hung stiff and heavy and empty, and small birds blew in the wind and the wind turned their feathers. It was a cold fall and the wind came down from the mountains.We were all at the hospital every afternoon, and there were different ways
3、 of walking across the town through the dusk to the hospital. Two of the ways were alongside canals, but they were long. Always, though, you crossed a bridge across a canal to enter the hospital. There was a choice of three bridges. On one of them a woman sold roasted chestnuts. It was warm, standin
4、g in front of her charcoal fire, and the chestnuts were warm afterward in your pocket. The hospital was very old and very beautiful, and you entered a gate and walked across a courtyard and out a gate on the other side. There were usually funerals starting from the courtyard. Beyond the old hospital
5、 were the new brick pavilions, and there we met every afternoon and were all very polite and interested in what was the matter, and sat in the machines that were to make so much difference.The doctor came up to the machine where I was sitting and said: What did you like best to do before the war? Di
6、d you practice a sport?I said: Yes, football.Good, he said. You will be able to play football again better than ever.My knee did not bend and the leg dropped straight from the knee to the ankle without a calf, and the machine was to bend the knee and make it move as riding a tricycle. But it did not
7、 bend yet, and instead the machine lurched when it came to the bending part. The doctor said: That will all pass. You are a fortunate young man. You will play football again like a champion.In the next machine was a major who had a little hand like a babys. He winked at me when the doctor examined h
8、is hand, which was between two leather straps that bounced up and down and flapped the stiff fingers, and said: And will I too play football, captain-doctor? He had been a very great fencer, and before the war the greatest fencer in Italy.The doctor went to his office in a back room and brought a ph
9、otograph which showed a hand that had been withered almost as small as the majors, before it had taken a machine course, and after was a little larger. The major held the photograph with his good hand and looked at it very carefully. A wound? he asked.An industrial accident, the doctor said.Very int
10、eresting, very interesting, the major said, and handed it back to the doctor.You have confidence?No, said the major.There were three boys who came each day who were about the same age I was. They were all three from Milan, and one of them was to be a lawyer, and one was to be a painter, and one had
11、intended to be a soldier, and after we were finished with the machines, sometimes we walked back together to the Caf Cova, which was next door to the Scala. We walked the short way through the communist quarter because we were four together. The people hated us because we were officers, and from a w
12、ine-shop someone called out, A basso gli ufficiali! as we passed. Another boy who walked with us sometimes and made us five wore a black silk handkerchief across his face because he had no nose then and his face was to be rebuilt. He had gone out to the front from the military academy and been wound
13、ed within an hour after he had gone into the front line for the first time. They rebuilt his face, but he came from a very old family and they could never get the nose exactly right. He went to South America and worked in a bank. But this was a long time ago, and then we did not any of us know how i
14、t was going to be afterward. We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it any more.We all had the same medals, except the boy with the black silk bandage across his face, and he had not been at the front long enough to get any medals. The tall boy with a very pal
15、e face who was to be a lawyer had been lieutenant of Arditi and had three medals of the sort we each had only one of. He had lived a very long time with death and was a little detached. We were all a little detached, and there was nothing that held us together except that we met every afternoon at t
16、he hospital. Although, as we walked to the Cova through the though part of town, walking in the dark, with light and singing coming out of the wine-shops, and sometimes having to walk into the street when the men and women would crowd together on the sidewalk so that we would have had to jostle them to et by, we felt held together by there being something that had happened that they, the people who disliked us, did not understand.We oursel
