Then the puppet, lost his nerve, was just about to throw himself on the ground and giving up, when he saw in the eyes turn around between the middle of the dark green of the trees in the distance a small house whitening white as snow.
"If I have enough breath to reach that house, I may be saved," he said to himself.
Not waiting a minute began to run through the woods in career expanse. The assassins always behind.
And after a race of almost two hours, finally he arrived panting at the door of the cottage and knocked.
No one answered.
He knocked again, harder than before, because he felt approaching footsteps and breathing heavy and labored de 'his persecutors.
The same silence.
Perceiving that the knock did not help anything, he began in desperation to kick and bang against the door. Then looked out the window a beautiful little girl, with blue hair and his face white as wax, eyes closed and hands crossed on his chest, which point without moving his lips, he said in a voice that seemed to come from ' another world:
"In this house there is no one. They're all dead."
"Open to me at least you!" He shouted Pinocchio, crying and beseeching.
"I'm dead too."
"Dead? And then what do you do there at the window?"
"I am waiting for the coffin to take me away." Just said so, the girl disappeared, and the window closed without a sound.
"O beautiful girl with blue hair, shouted Pinocchio; open to me please! Have pity on a poor boy chased by murderers ..."
But he could not finish the word, because he felt clinging to the neck, and the usual two vociaccie he growled menacingly:
"Now we have you more!"
The Marionette, seeing death before his eyes, was seized by a trembling so hard that the trembling, sounded the joints of his wooden legs and four gold pieces that he kept hidden under his tongue.
"So?" they asked the killers, "will you open your mouth, yes or no? Ah, do not you answer? ... Leave it: this time you shall open it! ..."
It pulled out two knives long, sharp as razors, Marionette ... they struck two heavy blows on the kidneys.
But luckily for him, the puppet was made of very hard wood, which is why the knives, broke into a thousand pieces and the murderers remained with the handle of the knife in his hand, staring at each other.
"I get it, he said one of them, you have to hang him! Impicchiamolo!"
"Impicchiamolo," repeated the other.
Having said that, they tied his hands behind his back and passed to a noose around the throat, attacked him dangling from the branch of a big tree called the Big Oak.
Then they put there, sitting on the grass, waiting for the puppet did last struggle, but the puppet, after three hours, always had his eyes open, his mouth shut and kicking more than ever.
Finally bored of waiting, they turned to Pinocchio and said, laughing:
"Goodbye until tomorrow. When we return here, hopefully you'll be polite enough to let us find you'll be dead and with his mouth wide open."
And they left.
Meanwhile a strong wind had risen to the north, to blow and roar angrily, rattling here and there the poor hanged, making him swing violently like the clapper of a bell ringing for a wedding. And the swinging him atrocious spasms, and the noose, becoming still tighter to her throat, she took his breath away.
Gradually his eyes misted; and although he felt death approaching, yet still hoped that at any moment it would be some good soul to give him help. But when, after waiting and waiting, he saw that no one came, no one, then he remembered his poor father was dying ... and stammered:
"Oh my father! If you were here! ..."
And he had no breath to say no more. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched his legs, gave a long shudder, and hung stiff and insensible.
cap.15
The killers chase Pinocchio; and, having reached, they hang him from a branch of the Big Oak.
Quante volte vi ho portato qui?! troppe! Ma è un posto così vicino, comodo e pieno di bellezza e tranquillità, cosa posso farci se mi piace e se sono terribilmente noiosa?! Poi se nei dintorni c'è un ottimo ristorante... Lo capite che diventa il posto idelae per un pranzo tranquillo in una domenica un po' pigra?!
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How many times have I brought here ?! too many! But it is a place so close, comfortable and full of beauty and tranquility, what can I do if I like it and if you are terribly boring ?! Then if the neighborhood is a great restaurant ... I understand that it becomes the place ideal for getting to a quiet lunch on a Sunday a bit 'lazy ?!
In questi luoghi molto spesso veniva a passeggiare Carlo Collodi, è qui che trovò ispirazioni per il suo romanzo più celebre (forse il libro più famoso e letto nel mondo!): Pinocchio- storia di un burattino. E guardando queste illustrazioni di Giuliano Cenci (autore del film dedicato a Pinocchio del 1971, una versione molto toscana, con la canzone iniziale cantata da Renato Rascel) trovo molta somiglianza con questi boschi, soprattutto ora in autunno..
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In these places very often it came to walk Carlo Collodi, this is where he found inspiration for his most famous novel (perhaps the most famous book in the world and read!): Pinocchio- story of a puppet. And looking at these pictures of Giuliano Cenci (author of the film dedicated to Pinocchio 1971) I find a lot of similarity with these woods, especially now in the autumn ..
Insomma, questa è la Quercia Grande a cui il famoso burattino fu impiccato, intanto che ciondola noi andiamo a mangiare e si sa..
Studio e discussione del menù, che è una cosa seria!
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In short, this is the Big Oak in the famous puppet was hanged, while dangling we go to eat and you know ..
Study and discussion of the menu, which is a serious matter!
Un pranzo degno di Pinocchio! Che sappiamo bene quanto amasse mangiare, bere e dormire! Evviva "Il Toti" ... un posto unico!
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A dinner worthy of Pinocchio! That we know how much he loved to eat, drink and sleep! Long live "The Toti" ... a unique place!
Tornati a casa decidiamo di stare tranquilli al caldo, ma... Cosa accade fuori? Il teatro degli... elicotteri?! Corriamo di nuovo fuori!
Pinocchio siamo noi!
Pinocchio siamo noi!
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Back home we decide to rest easy in the heat, but ... What is going on outside? The theater of ... helicopters ?! We run out again! Pinocchio's us!
brano tratto da "PINOCCHIO" di Carlo Collodi
