Stranica 202 [202]
OCR
182 PINOCCHIO hoops, or strutting about dressed as generals, wearing leaf helmets and commanding a sguadron of cardboard soldiers. Some were laughing, some shouting, some were calling out; others clapped their hands, or whistled, or clucked like a hen who has just laid an egg. To sum it all up, it was such a pandemonium, such a bedlam, such an uproar, that not to be deafened it would have been necessary to stuff one’s ears with cotton wool. In every square, canvas theatres had been erected, and they were crowded with boys from morning till evening. On the walls of the houses there were inscriptions written in charcoal: “ Long live playthings, we will have no more schools: down with arithmetic: " and similar other fine sentiments all in bad spelling. Pinocchio, Candlewick, and the other boys who had made the journey with the little man, had scarcely set foot in the town before they were in the thick of the tumult, and I need not tell you that in a few minutes they had made acquaintance with everybody. Where could happier or more contented boys be found? In the midst of continual games and every variety of amusement, the hours, the days, and the weeks passed like lightning. “Oh, what a delightful life!” said Pinocchio, whenever by chance he met Candlewick.
