我居住在圣洛科教堂附近,时常上那里去做礼拜。教堂的司铎和副司铎跟我相识;有一次,他们把修整圣洛科像的差使,交付给我。圣洛科是位形体巨大的圣人,比我还要高;一只膝盖略微弯曲,食指指着犹似烂茄子的一块紫红伤疤。我把圣像搬到相距钟楼不远、看管教堂圣器的老头儿居住的那幢房子的阁楼里,着手修整。圣洛科像的衣袍是用马粪纸、粗麻塑造的,年久失修,经不住虫豸蛀蚀,早已色彩斑驳,颓旧不堪。我把原来的材料统统扯掉,让 I live near the church of San Rocco, where I often go to church. The priests and deputy priests of the church came to know me; once, they delivered me the messenger of trimming the Sanluco. San Luoko is a giant saint, taller than me; a knee slightly curved, index finger pointing like a rotten eggplant purple scar. I moved the icon to the loft of that house, not far from the bell tower, where the old man of the church was inhabited. San Luoke like robes with horse manure paper, made of coarse linen, a long time disrepair, can not withstand worms decay, has long been mottled color, decadent old. I rip off the original material, let