Pinocchio english

Di Carlo Collodi

It was originally published in a serial form as The Story of a Puppet (Italian: La storia di un burattino) in the Giornale per i bambini, one of the earliest Italian weekly magazines for children, starting from 7 July 1881. The story stopped after nearly 4 months and 8 episodes at Chapter 15, but by popular demand from readers, the episodes were resumed on 16 February 1882. In February 1883, the story was published in a single book. Since then, the spread of Pinocchio on the main markets for children's book of the time was continuous and uninterrupted, and it was met with enthusiastic reviews worldwide.

• Lingua: Italiano
• Editore: Publisher s20109
• Data di uscita: 24 set 2019
• ISBN: 9788834189306

Carlo Collodi

Carlo Collodi (1826–1890), born Carlo Lorenzini, was an Italian author who originally studied theology before embarking on a writing career. He started as a journalist contributing to both local and national periodicals. He produced reviews as well as satirical pieces influenced by contemporary political and cultural events. After many years, Collodi, looking for a change of pace, shifted to children’s literature. It was an inspired choice that led to the creation of his most famous work—The Adventures of Pinocchio..

Anteprima del libro

THE.

How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter he found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child.

- Once upon a time....

- A king! - my little readers will say immediately.

- No, guys, you are wrong. There was once a piece of wood.

It was not a luxury wood, but a simple piece of firewood, one of those that winter is put in stoves and fireplaces to light the fire and heat rooms.

I do not know how to go, but the fact remains that one fine day this piece of wood happened in the shop of an old carpenter, whose name was Mastro Antonio, except that everyone called him Mastro Cherry, because of his nose that was always shiny and flushed, like a ripe cherry.

.... felt a thin small voice.

Just he had Master Cherry saw that piece of wood, was glad everything; and rubbing his hands together happily, he grumbled:

- This has come in the time; I want to use it to make a table-leg. -

Having said that, immediately took the arrotata ax to start levargli zest and digrossarlo; but when he was about to let go of the first Asciata, he remained with his arm suspended in the air, because he heard a small voice thin, he said commending:

- Do not hit me so hard! -

Imagine how he felt that good old Master Cherry!

He turned frightened eyes about the room to see where it could never be that little voice output, and saw no one! He looked under the bench, and anyone looked inside a cupboard that was always closed, and no one; He looked in the basket of chips and sawdust, and no one; She opened the shop door to take a look also on the road, and no one. O then? ...

- I understood; - he said then, laughing and scratching his wig - you see that little voice that me am I figured. Let's get back to work. -

And shooting the ax in his hand, he pulled down a solemn blow upon the piece of wood.

- Ouch! you made me sick! - he cried the same voice.

This time Master Cherry remained dumb, his eyes out of his head with fear, his mouth wide open and tongue hung down to his chin, like a mask for fountains.

Just regained the power of speech, she said, trembling and stuttering from fright:

- But where he will exit this little voice that said ouch? ... Yet here there is nobody. Whether by chance this piece of wood has learned to weep and cry like a baby? I do not believe I can. This wood here it is; is a piece of common firewood, like everyone else, and throw it on the fire, there is to boil a pot of beans .... or then? That there is someone hiding inside? If there is someone hiding, so much the worse for him. I'll fix him! -

And so saying, he grabbed it with both hands that poor piece of wood, and sat sbatacchiarlo no charity against the walls of the room.

Then he puts in listening to hear if there was a little voice complained. He waited two minutes, and nothing; five minutes, and nothing; ten minutes, and nothing!

- I realized - said then trying bravely to laugh and ruffling his wig - you see that that little voice that said ouch, me imagined I am! Let's get back to work. -

And because he had entered scared half to death, she tried to sing to get a bit 'of courage.

Meanwhile, resting on the one hand the ax, he picked up the planer, for planing and polishing to pull the piece of wood; but while that piallava it up and down, he heard the same little voice that said, laughing:

- Stop! you make me tickle your body! -

This time poor Mastro Cherry fell as if shot. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the ground.

His face had trasfigurito, and even the tip of his nose from red to deepest purple was almost always, had become turchina from great fear.

II.

Mastro Cherry gives the piece of wood to his friend Geppetto, who takes it to make himself a Marionette that will dance, fence, and turn somersaults.

At that point there was a knock at the door.

- Come in, - said the carpenter, not having the strength to rise to his feet.

An old man everything hale, whose name was Geppetto.

Then he entered the shop an old man everything hale, whose name was Geppetto; but the neighborhood kids, when they wanted to fit into a rage, called him by the nickname Polendina, because of his yellow wig, which looked a lot like the corn Polendina.

Geppetto was bizzosissimo. Woe to call Polendina He became as a beast, and there was no one could soothe him.

- Good day, Mastro Antonio, - said Geppetto. - What are you doing on the floor?

- abacus to teach ants.

- Good do you.

- Who brought you here, friend Geppetto?

- Legs. Know, Mastro Antonio, that I have come to you, to ask you a favor.

- Here I am, ready to serve you, - said the carpenter, raising himself on his knees.

- This morning idea came to me.

- Let's hear it.

- I thought of making myself a beautiful wooden puppet: It must be wonderful, that will dance, fence, and turn somersaults. With it I intend to go around the world, to earn my crust of bread and a glass of wine: what do you think?

- Bravo Polendina - he cried the same tiny voice that you knew where.

On hearing himself called Polendina, Geppetto turned red as a tomato from the tantrum, and, facing the carpenter, he said to him angrily:

- Why do you insult me?

- Who offends you?

- You told me Polendina

- It was not me.

- it's 'a little' to see what was I! I say it was you.

- No!

- Yup!

- No!

- Yup! -

It warms up more and more, were from words to deeds, and acciuffatisi between them, is scratch and bite and slap each other.

When the fight was over, Mastro Antonio found himself in the hands of Geppetto's yellow wig, and Geppetto he discovered to have in your mouth a grizzled wig carpenter.

- Give me back my wig! - shouted Mastro Antonio.

- And you make me mine, and redo peace. -

The two little old men, each with his own wig, shook hands and swore to be good friends for life.

- So, Geppetto, - said the carpenter made peace - what is it you want from me?

- I'd like some 'wood to make a Marionette give it to me? -

Mastro Antonio, very glad indeed, went immediately to take on the bench that piece of wood that had caused him so much. But when she was about to give it to his friend, the piece of wood gave a jolt, he slipped from his hands violently, banged hard in the shins of poor Geppetto.

- Ah! It is this the gentle way, Mastro Antonio, that you make your gifts? You have made me almost lame! ...

- I swear it was not me!

- I was I! ...

- The fault is all of this wood ....

- I know it's the wood: but it is you who have pulled me in the legs!

- I would not have told you pulled!

- Liar!

- Geppetto, do not insult me, if not I call Polendina ...

- Donkey!

- Polendina

- Donkey!

- Polendina

- Ugly monkey!

- Polendina -

On hearing himself called Polendina for the third time, Geppetto lost the light of my eyes, upon the carpenter and there they gave a sack and a basket.

After this fight, Mastro Antonio found two more scratches on his nose, and had two buttons missing from his coat. Thus having settled their accounts, they shook hands and swore to be good friends for life.

Then Geppetto took with him his fine piece of wood, thanked Mastro Antonio, and limped home.

III.

Geppetto, came home, immediately begins fashions the Marionette and calls it Pinocchio. The first pranks of the puppet.

Geppetto's house was an earthly closet, which pigliava light from a basement. The furniture could not be simpler: a very old chair, a rickety old bed, and a tumble-down table. In the bottom wall there was a fireplace with a lighted fire; but the fire was painted, and by the fire there was painted a pot boiling happily away and sending up a cloud of smoke that looked like real steam.

Upon entering the house, Geppetto took his tools and began to cut and fabricate his puppet.

- What shall I call him? - he said to himself. - I want to call him Pinocchio. This name will bring him luck. I knew a whole family of Pinocchio: Pinocchio the father, the mother and Pinocchia Pinocchi the children, and all fared well. The richest of them begged for.

When he found the name for his puppet, he began to work at good, and make the hair, then the forehead, then the eyes.

Without eyes, imagine his surprise when he discovered that the eyes were moving, and stared fixedly at him.

The more you cut and shortened, and that impertinent nose became long.

Geppetto seeing this those two wooden eyes, if you felt insulted and said resentfully:

- Wood occhiacci, because I look? -

No one answered.

Then, after his eyes had her nose; but the nose, just made, he began to grow: and grow, grow, grow, became in a few minutes a big nose that never ended.

Poor Geppetto tired to cut it; but the more he cut and shortened, and that impertinent nose became long.

After the nose stuck her mouth.

The mouth was not even completed when it began to laugh and poke fun.

- Stop laughing! - said Geppetto angrily; but it was like, to the wall.

- Stop laughing, I tell you! - he shouted in a threatening voice.

The mouth stopped laughing, but put out his tongue.

Geppetto, not to spoil his business, he pretended not to notice, and continued to work. After the mouth he made the chin, then the neck, then the shoulders, stomach, arms and hands.

Just finished the hands, Geppetto felt his wig from his head. He turned up, and what did he see? He saw his yellow wig in his hand puppet.

- Pinocchio ... now give me back my wig! -

And Pinocchio, instead of giving it back, if you put it on the head itself, which was half swallowed.

At that gracefully insolent and mocking, Geppetto became sad and melancholy, as it had ever been in his life and turning to Pinocchio, he said:

- scamp of a son! You not yet finished doing, and already begin to disrespect your father! Bad, boy, bad! -

And Pinocchio, instead of giving it back, if you put it on the head itself ....

And he wiped away a tear.

remained to be done the legs and feet.

When Geppetto had finished the feet of him, he felt a sharp kick on the tip of the nose.

- I deserve it - he said to himself. - I had to think about it first! Now it's late! -

Then he took the puppet under the arms and placed it on the ground, on the floor of the room, to make him walk.

Pinocchio's legs were so stiff and could not move them, and Geppetto led him by the hand to teach him to take one step after another.

- Piglialo! piglialo! - shouted Geppetto.

When his legs were limbered, Pinocchio began to walk by himself and run around the room; as long as, darting to the door, he jumped into the street and gave to escape.

Poor Geppetto ran after him without being able to achieve, because that Pinocchio was a naughty jumps like a hare, and knocking his wooden feet on the stones of the street, was a clatter as twenty pairs of peasants' clogs.

- Piglialo! piglialo! - shouted Geppetto; but the people who were in the street, seeing a wooden puppet running like a racehorse, stood still to watch it, and laughed and laughed and laughed, as until they cried.

Finally, and for good luck, happened to a policeman who, hearing all that noise, and believing it was a colt that had lifted up his hand to his master, he boldly planted with his legs in the road, with the resolute mood to stop it and prevent any trouble.

But Pinocchio, when he noticed from afar the policeman, who barricading the whole street, and tried his best to