Oldal 239 [239]
PINOCCHIO 215
his arms he threw them round the little old
man’s neck, and began to shout:
“Oh, my dear papa! I have found you
at last! I will never leave you more, never
more, never more! ”’
" Then my eyes tell me true?” said the
little old man, rubbing his eyes; “ then you are
really my dear Pinocchio? ”
" Yes, yes, I am ‘Pinocchio, really Pinoc¬
chio! And you have quite forgiven me, have
you not? Oh, my dear papa, how good you
are! . . . and to think that I, on the contrary
. . . Oh! but if you only knew what misfortunes
have been poured on my head, and all that has
befallen me! Only imagine, the day that you,
poor dear papa, sold your coat to buy me a
Spelling-book that I might go to school, I
escaped to see the puppet-show, and the show¬
man wanted to put me on the fire that I might
roast his mutton, and he was the same that
afterwards gave me five gold pieces to take
them to you, but I met the Fox and the Cat,
who took me to the inn of the Red Craw-fish,
where they ate like wolves, and I left by myself
in the middle of the night, and I encountered
assassins who ran after me, and I ran away,
and they followed, and I ran, and they always
followed me, and I ran, until they hung me to
a branch of a Big Oak, and the beautiful Child