童年 Childhood
[俄國]列夫·托爾斯泰/Leo Tolstoy
列夫·托爾斯泰（1828-1910），19世紀俄國最偉大的作家。托爾斯泰以自傳體小說《童年》《少年》《青年》一舉成名。長篇小說《戰爭與和平》是托爾斯泰創作曆程中的第一座裏程碑，是一部具有史詩和編年史特色的鴻篇巨製。長篇小說《安娜·卡列尼娜》是托爾斯泰第二部裏程碑式的巨著，他的晚期作品中最著名的長篇小說《複活》也是世界文學寶庫中的不朽名著之一。
Happy, happy, never-returning time of childhood!How can we help loving and dwelling upon its recollections?They cheer and elevate the soul, and become to one a source of higher joys.
Sometimes, when dreaming of bygone days, fancy that, tired out with running about, I have sat down in my high arm-chair by the tea-table. It is late, and I have long since drunk my cup of milk. My eyes are heavy with sleep as I sit there and listen. How could I not listen, seeing that Mamma is speaking to somebody, and that the sound of her voice is so melodious and kind?How much its echoes recall to my heart!With my eyes veiled with drowsiness I gaze at her wistfully. Suddenly she seems to grow smaller and smaller, and her face vanishes to a point;yet I can still see it-can still see her as she looks at me and smiles. Somehow it pleases me to see her grown so small. I blink and blink, yet she looks no larger than a boy reflected in the pupil of an eye. Then I rouse myself, and the picture fades. Once more I half-close my eyes, and cast about to try and recall the dream, but it has gone, I rise to my feet, only to fall back comfortably into the armchair.
“There!You are falling asleep again, little Nicolas,”says Mamma.“You had better go to by-by.”
“No, I won't go to sleep, Mamma,”I reply, though almost inaudibly, for pleasant dreams are filling all my soul. The sound sleep of childhood is weighing my eyelids down, and for a few moments. I sink into slumber and oblivion until awakened by some one. I feel in my sleep as though a soft hand were caressing me. I know it by the touch, and, though still dreaming, I seize hold of it and press it to my lips. Every one else has gone to bed, and only one candle remains burning in the drawing-room. Mamma has said that she herself will wake me. She sits down on the arm of the chair in which I am asleep, with her soft hand stroking my hair, and I hear her beloved, well-known voice say in my ear:“Get up, my darling. It is time to go by-by.”