祈禱之手 the rayg hand (第1/6頁)

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BackintheFifteenthCentury，inatinyvillagenearNuremberg，livedafamilywitheighteenchildren。Eighteen!Inordermerelytokeefoodonthetableforthismob，thefatherandheadofthehousehold，agoldsmithbyrofession，workedalmosteighteenhoursadayathistradeandanyotherayingchorehecouldfindintheneighborhood。

Desitetheirseeminglyhoelesscondition，twoofAlbrechtDurertheElderschildren，AlbrechtandAlbert，hadadream。Theybothwantedtoursuetheirtalentforart，buttheyknewfullwellthattheirfatherwouldneverbefinanciallyabletosendeitherofthemtoNurembergtostudyattheacademy。

Aftermanylongdiscussionsatnightintheircrowdedbed，thetwoboysfinallyworkedoutaact。Theywouldtossacoin。Theloserwouldgodownintothenearbyminesand，withhisearnings，suorthisbrotherwhileheattendedtheacademy。Then，whenthebrotherwhowonthetosscomletedhisstudies，infouryears，hewouldsuorttheotherbrotherattheacademy，eitherwithsalesofhisartworkor，ifnecessary，alsobylaboringinthemines。

TheytossedacoinonaSundaymorningafterchurch。AlbrechtDurerwonthetossandwentofftoNuremberg。Albertwentdownintothedangerousminesand，forthenextfouryears，financedhisbrother，whoseworkattheacademywasalmostanimmediatesensation。Albrechtsetchings，hiswoodcuts，andhisoilswerefarbetterthanthoseofmostofhisrofessors，andbythetimehegraduated，hewasbeginningtoearnconsiderablefeesforhiscommissionedworks。

Whentheyoungartistreturnedtohisvillage，theDurerfamilyheldafestivedinnerontheirlawntocelebrateAlbrechtstriumhanthome-coming。Afteralongandmemorablemeal，unctuatedwithmusicandlaughter，AlbrechtrosefromhishonoredositionattheheadofthetabletodrinkatoasttohisbelovedbrotherfortheyearsofsacrificethathadenabledAlbrechttofulfillhisambition。Hisclosingwordswere，“Andnow，Albert，blessedbrotherofmine，nowitisyourturn。NowyoucangotoNurembergtoursueyourdream，andIwilltakecareofyou。”

AllheadsturnedineagerexectationtothefarendofthetablewhereAlbertsat，tearsstreamingdownhisaleface，shakinghisloweredheadfromsidetosidewhilehesobbedandreeatedoverandover，“No。。。no。。。no。。。no。”

Finally，Albertroseandwiedthetearsfromhischeeks。Heglanceddownthelongtableatthefacesheloved，andthen，holdinghishandsclosetohisrightcheek，hesaidsoftly，“No，brother。IcannotgotoNuremberg。Itistoolateforme。Look，whatfouryearsinthemineshavedonetomyhands!Thebonesineveryfingerhavebeensmashedatleastonce，andlatelyIhavebeensufferingfromarthritissobadlyinmyrighthandthatIcannotevenholdaglasstoreturnyourtoast，muchlessmakedelicatelinesonarchmentorcanvaswithaenorabrush。No，mybrother。。。formeitistoolate。”