Oldal 46 [46]
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36 PINOCCHIO " TI cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me! poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees for the rest of my life! .. .” Geppetto, believing that all this lamentation was only another of the puppet’s tricks, thought of a means of putting an end to it, and climbing up the wall he got in at the window. He was very angry, and at first he did nothing but scold; but when he saw his Pinocchio lying on the ground and really without feet he was quite overcome. He took him in his arms and began to kiss and caress him and to say a thousand endearing things to him, and as the big tears ran down his cheeks, he said, sobbing: “ My little Pmocchio! how did you manage to burn your feet? " “TI don’t know, papa, but believe me it has been an infernal night that I shall remember as long as I live. It thundered and lightened, and I was very hungry, and then the Talking cricket said to me: ‘It serves you right; you have been wicked and you deserve it,’ and I said to him: ‘ Take care, Cricket!’ . . . and he said: ‘ You are a puppet and you have a wooden head,’ and I threw the handle of a hammer at him, and he died, but the fault was his, for I didn’t wish to kill him, and the proof of it is
