enter the center a little before sunrise, to watch and listen to what goes on there... There — the bell rings; the valleys echo its peal; the sparrows fall silent, then dart far off into space... and at the Jibrail Center the daily activity begins. And what is this activity? Here, in the girls' school, the "house mother" has risen — every house has a teacher responsible for a number of students, called the house mother — together with some of the students, and they have begun preparing breakfast. And over there, in the boys' school, the students are up with the head of the center, preparing fodder for the animals and learning how to care for them and feed them.

And there — the bell rings a second time! Along the walkways you see the teachers striding briskly and with determination, as if to battle. And this battle is none other than the battle of breakfast! Everyone has sat down at a single table — women teachers and men teachers, girl students and boy students — eating and talking and sometimes laughing

... and the fruit trees are sprayed at their appointed times

with a pure village innocence, in a happy family atmosphere free of affectation or ceremony. And here they are, going back to finish their work before classes begin. The girls turn to managing the affairs

of the house under the supervision of the house mother, and the young men return to putting the farm in order and running it. The bell rings a third time, calling everyone to class. Each goes off to his own classroom: the girl trains in most of the branches of household management, so as to be a mother and a queen in the running of her home's affairs — neither a slave nor a burden on others; and the young man learns the principles of the art of agriculture, so as to know how to work hand in hand with his mother the earth, from which he has so long tried to flee, turning away from her service.

In this stillness that clothes everything, you hear a chirping like the chirping of goldfinches; but you soon see that it is a bouquet of small children playing in their little house with their various toys, and through them learning from an early age, and from one another, that life is give and take.

Let us walk a little way toward this building, to see the looms,