Stranica 89 [89]
PINOCCHIO 77
In the meantime a tempestuous northerly
wind began to blow and roar angrily and it
beat the poor puppet as he hung, from side to
side, making him swing violently like the clatter
of a bell ringing for a wedding. And the swing¬
ing gave him atrocious spasms, and the run¬
ning noose, becoming still tighter round his
throat, took away his breath.
Little by little his eyes began to grow dim,
but although he felt that death was near he
still continued to hope that some charitable
person would come to his assistance before it
was too late. But when, after waiting and wait¬
ing, he found that no one came, absolutely no
one, then he remembered his poor father, and
thinking he was dying... he stammered out:
“Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here! ”
His breath failed him and he could say no
more. He shut his eyes, opened his mouth,
stretched his legs, gave a long shudder, and
hung stiff and insensible.