My books, which only a moment before I thought so tiresome, so heavy to carry-my grammar, my sacred history-seemed to me now like old friends, from whom I should be terribly grieved to part.

我的那些书，我的语法课本，我的神圣的历史书，刚才背在身上还觉得那么讨厌，那么沉重，现在却像老朋友一样，让我难舍难分。