Pinocchio
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"Gözleri her zaman yarı uykulu olan zavallı Pinokyo, yanmış ayaklarını henüz fark etmemişti; babasının sesini duyar duymaz tabureden atlayıp koşup kazığı çekti. İki veya üç yalpalamanın ardından yere düştü. Ve yere çarptığında, beşinci kattan düşen bir çuval kepçenin çıkaracağı sesin aynısını çıkardı.
–Açın benim için!
Geppetto sokaktan bağırıyordu.
– Babam, yapamam,
Kukla ağlayarak ve yere yuvarlanarak cevap verdi.
– Sen neden yapamıyorsun?
– Çünkü ayaklarımı yediler.
– Peki onları kim yedi?
– Kedi, – dedi Pinokyo, kedinin ön patileriyle talaşları dans ettirerek eğlendiğini gördü.
"Where shall we meet again?"
"Who can say? It is better not even to think of it!"
"I didn't let myself be swallowed; it was the monster swallowed me! And now, what are we to do here in the dark?"
"Resign ourselves and wait until the Dog-Fish has digested us both."
"But I do not want to be digested!" howled Pinocchio, beginning to cry again.
"Neither do I want to be digested," added the Tunny; "but I am enough of a philosopher to console myself by thinking that when one is born a Tunny it is more dignified to die in the water than in oil."
"That is all nonsense!" cried Pinocchio.
"It is my opinion," replied the Tunny, "and opinions, so say the political Tunnies, ought to be respected."
Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am! Will nobody come to save me?"
"Who do you think could save you, unhappy wretch?" said a voice in the dark that sounded like a guitar out of tune.
"Who is speaking?" asked Pinocchio, frozen with terror.
"It is I! I am a poor Tunny who was swallowed by the Dog-Fish at the same time that you were. And what fish are you?"
"I have nothing in common with fish. I am a puppet."
"My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give you bad news!"
"What is it?"
"You have got a very bad fever!"
"What fever is it?"
"It is donkey fever."
"That is a fever that I do not understand," said the puppet, but he understood it only too well.
"Then I will explain it to you," said the Marmot. "You must know that in two or three hours you will be no longer a puppet, or a boy."
"Then what shall I be?"
"In two or three hours you will become really and truly a little donkey, like those that draw carts and carry cabbages and salad to market."
Where could you find a better country for us boys? There are no schools there; there are no masters; there are no books. In that delightful land nobody ever studies. On Saturday there is never school, and every week consists of six Saturdays and one Sunday.
Only think, the autumn holidays begin on the first of January and finish on the last day of December. That is the country for me! That is what all civilized countries should be like!"
"Because boys who study make those who, like us, have no wish to learn, seem worse by comparison. And that is too bad. We, too, have our pride!"
"Then what must I do to please you?"
"You must follow our example and hate school, lessons, and the master—our three greatest enemies."
Keep it in mind that it is never too late to learn and to instruct ourselves."
"But I do not wish to follow either an art or a trade."
"Why?"
"Because it tires me to work."
"My boy," said the Fairy, "those who talk in that way end almost always either in prison or in the hospital. Let me tell you that every man, whether he is born rich or poor, is obliged to do something in this world—to occupy himself, to work. Woe to those who lead slothful lives. Sloth is a dreadful illness and must be cured at once, in childhood. If not, when we are old it can never be cured."