Oldal 133 [133]
PINOCCHIO 117
before! . . . Does it not grieve you to see me
alone and abandoned by everybody? . . . If
assassins come they will hang me again to the
branch of a tree... and then Í should die in¬
deed. What do you imagine that I can do here
alone in the world?) Now that I have lost you
and my papa, who will give me food? Where
shall I go to sleep at night? Who will make me
a new jacket? Oh, it would be better, a hun¬
dred times better, that I should die also! Yes,
I want to die... ih! ih! ih!”
And in his despair he tried to tear his hair;
but his hair, being made of wood, he could not
even have the satisfaction of sticking his fingers
into it.
Just then a large Pigeon flew over his head,
and stopping with distended wings called down
to him from a great height:
"" "Tell me, child, what are you doing there? ”’
“Don’t you see? JI am cryig!”’ said
Pinocchio, raising his head towards the voice
and rubbing his eyes with his jacket.
" "Tell me,” continued the Pigeon, " amongst
your companions, do you happen to know a
puppet who is called Pinocchio? ”
“Pinocchio? .. . Did you say Pinocchio? "
repeated the puppet, Jumping quickly to his
feet. "I am Pinocchio!”
The Pigeon at this answer descended to