CHAPTER 15

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THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO DHE UDVENCHURZ UV PINOEKEOE
by C. Collodi [Pseudonym of Carlo Lorenzini] by C. Collodi [Soodunim uv Carlo Lorenzini]
Translated from the Italian by Carol Della Chiesa Translaetud frvm dhe Italian by Carol Della Chiesa
CHAPTER 15 CHAPTUR 15
The Assassins chase Pinocchio, catch him, and hang him to the branch of a giant oak tree. Pinoekeoe, not having lisund to dhv gwd udvies uv dhv Taulking Krikut, faulz into dhv handz uv dhe Usasunz.
As he ran, the Marionette felt more and more certain that he would have to give himself up into the hands of his pursuers. Suddenly he saw a little cottage gleaming white as the snow among the trees of the forest. Az he ran, dhv Marreunet felt mor and mor svrtun dhat he wwd hav to giv himself vp into dhv handz uv hiz pusoorz. Svdunly he saau a litul kotij gleeming whiet az dhv snoe umvng dhv treez uv dhv forust.
“If I have enough breath left with which to reach that little house, I may be saved,” he said to himself. “If I hav invf breth left with which to reech dhat litul hous, I mae be saevd,” he sed to himself.
Not waiting another moment, he darted swiftly through the woods, the Assassins still after him. Not waeting unvdhur moemunt, he dartud swiftly throo dhv wwdz, dhe Usasunz stil aftur him.
After a hard race of almost an hour, tired and out of breath, Pinocchio finally reached the door of the cottage and knocked. No one answered. Aftur a hard raes uv aumoest an hour, tierd and out uv breth, Pinoekeoe fienuly reechd dhv dor uv dhv kotij and knokd. No wvn ansurd.
He knocked again, harder than before, for behind him he heard the steps and the labored breathing of his persecutors. The same silence followed. He knokd ugen, hardur dhan bifoer, for bihiend him he hvrd dhv steps and dhv laeburd breedhing uv hiz pvrsukueturz. Dhv saem sieluns foloed.
As knocking was of no use, Pinocchio, in despair, began to kick and bang against the door, as if he wanted to break it. At the noise, a window opened and a lovely maiden looked out. She had azure hair and a face white as wax. Her eyes were closed and her hands crossed on her breast. With a voice so weak that it hardly could be heard, she whispered: Az knoking wvz uv no ues, Pinoekeoe, in disper, bigan to kik and bang ugenst dhv dor, az if he wvntud to braek it. At dhv noiz, a windoe oepund and a luvly maedun lwkd out. She had azhur her and a faes whiet az waks. Hvr iez wvr kloezd and hvr handz krosd on hvr brest. With a vois so week dhat it hardly kwd be hvrd, she whispurd:
“No one lives in this house. Everyone is dead.” “No wvn livz in dhis hous. Evrywun iz ded.”
“Won’t you, at least, open the door for me?” cried Pinocchio in a beseeching voice. “Woent yoo, at leest oepun dhv dor for me?” kried Pinoekeoe in a biseeching vois.
“I also am dead.” “I aulsoe am ded.”
“Dead? What are you doing at the window, then?” “Ded? Whot ar yoo doing at dhv windoe, dhen?”
“I am waiting for the coffin to take me away.” “I am waeting for dhv kofun to taek me uwae.”
After these words, the little girl disappeared and the window closed without a sound. Aftur dheez wvrdz, dhv litul gvrul disupird and dhv windoe kloezd without a sound.
“Oh, Lovely Maiden with Azure Hair,” cried Pinocchio, “open, I beg of you. Take pity on a poor boy who is being chased by two Assass—” “Oh, Luvvly Maedun with Azhur Her,” kried Pinoekeoe, “opun, I beg uv yoo. Taek pity on a por boi hoo iz being chaesd by two Usasunz—“
He did not finish, for two powerful hands grasped him by the neck and the same two horrible voices growled threateningly: He did not finish, for two pourful handz graspd him by dhv nek and dhv saem two horubul voisuz grould thretuningly:
“Now we have you!” “Nou we hav yoo!”
The Marionette, seeing death dancing before him, trembled so hard that the joints of his legs rattled and the coins tinkled under his tongue. Dhv Marreunet, seeing deth dansing bifoer him, trembuld so hard dhat dhv joints uv hiz legz ratuld and dhv koinz tinkuld vndur hiz tvng.
“Well,” the Assassins asked, “will you open your mouth now or not? Ah! You do not answer? Very well, this time you shall open it.” “Wel,” dhe Usasunz askd, “wil yoo oepun yor mouth nou or not? Aa! Yoo do not ansur? Very wel, dhis tiem yoo shal oepun it.”
Taking out two long, sharp knives, they struck two heavy blows on the Marionette’s back. Taeking out two long, sharp nievz, dhae strvk two hevy bloez on dhv Marreunet’s bak.
Happily for him, Pinocchio was made of very hard wood and the knives broke into a thousand pieces. The Assassins looked at each other in dismay, holding the handles of the knives in their hands. Hapuly for him, Pinoekeoe wvz maed uv very hard wwd and dhv nievz broek into a thouzund peesuz. Dhe Usasunz lwkd at eevh vdhur in dismae, hoelding dhv handulz uv dhv nievz in dheir handz.
“I understand,” said one of them to the other, “there is nothing left to do now but to hang him.” “I undurstand,” sed wvn uv dhem to dhe vdhur, “ther iz nvthing left to do nou bvt to hang him.”
“To hang him,” repeated the other. “To hang him,” ripeetud dhe vdhur.
They tied Pinocchio’s hands behind his shoulders and slipped the noose around his neck. Throwing the rope over the high limb of a giant oak tree, they pulled till the poor Marionette hung far up in space. Dhae tied Pinoekeoe’z handz bihiend hiz shoeldurz and slipd dhv noos uround hiz nek. Throeing dhv roep oevur dhv hie lim uv a jiunt oek tree, dhae pwld til dhv por Marreunet hvng far vp in spaes.
Satisfied with their work, they sat on the grass waiting for Pinocchio to give his last gasp. But after three hours the Marionette’s eyes were still open, his mouth still shut and his legs kicked harder than ever. Satusfied with dheir wvrk, dhae sat on dhv gras waeting for Pinoekeoe to giv hiz last gasp. Bvt aftur three hourz dhv Marreunet’s iez wvr stil oepun, hiz mouth stil shvt and hiz legz kikd haardur dhan evur.
Tired of waiting, the Assassins called to him mockingly: Tierd uv waeting, dhe Usasunz kauld to him mokingly:
“Good-by till tomorrow. When we return in the morning, we hope you’ll be polite enough to let us find you dead and gone and with your mouth wide open.” With these words they went. “Gwd-bie til tumoroe. When we ritvrn in dhv morning, we hoep yoo’l be puliet invf to let vs fiend yoo ded and gon and with yor mouth wied oepun.” With dheez wvrdz dhae went.
A few minutes went by and then a wild wind started to blow. As it shrieked and moaned, the poor little sufferer was blown to and fro like the hammer of a bell. The rocking made him seasick and the noose, becoming tighter and tighter, choked him. Little by little a film covered his eyes. A fue minuts went by and dhen a wield wind startud to bloe. Az it shreekd and moend, dhv por litul svfurur wvz bloen to and froe liek dhv hamur uv a bel. Dhv roking maed him seesik and dhv noos, bikvming tietur and tietur, choekd him. Litul by litul a film kuvvurd hiz iez.
Death was creeping nearer and nearer, and the Marionette still hoped for some good soul to come to his rescue, but no one appeared. As he was about to die, he thought of his poor old father, and hardly conscious of what he was saying, murmured to himself: Deth wvz kreeping nirur and nirur, and dhv Marreunet stil hoepd for svm gwd soel to kvm to hiz reskue, bvt no wvn upird. Az he wvz ubout to die, he thaut uv hiz por oeld fodhur, and hardly konshus uv whot he wvz saeing, mvrmurd to himself:
“Oh, Father, dear Father! If you were only here!” “Oh, Fodhur, dir Fodhur! If yoo wvr oenly hir!”
These were his last words. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched out his legs, and hung there, as if he were dead. Dheez wvr hiz last wvrdz. He kloezd hiz iez, oepund hiz mouth, strechd out hiz legz, and hvng dher, az if he wvr ded.

 

 

 

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