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played upon me, to teach you that in this world of ours
we must be kind and courteous to others, if we want to
find kindness and courtesy in our own days of trouble."
"You are right, little Cricket, you are more than right,
and I shall remember the lesson you have taught me. But
will you tell how you succeeded in buying this pretty
little cottage?"
"This cottage was given to me yesterday by a little Goat
with blue hair."
"And where did the Goat go?" asked Pinocchio.
"I don't know."
"And when will she come back?"
"She will never come back. Yesterday she went away
bleating sadly, and it seemed to me she said: `Poor Pinocchio,
I shall never see him again. . .the Shark must have
eaten him by this time.'"
"Were those her real words? Then it was she--it was--
my dear little Fairy," cried out Pinocchio, sobbing bitterly.
After he had cried a long time, he wiped his eyes and
then he made a bed of straw for old Geppetto. He laid him
on it and said to the Talking Cricket:
"Tell me, little Cricket, where shall I find a glass of milk
for my poor Father?"
"Three fields away from here lives Farmer John. He has
some cows. Go there and he will give you what you want."
Pinocchio ran all the way to Farmer John's house. The
Farmer said to him:
"How much milk do you want?"
"I want a full glass."
"A full glass costs a penny. First give me the penny."
"I have no penny," answered Pinocchio, sad and ashamed.
"Very bad, my Marionette," answered the Farmer,
"very bad. If you have no penny, I have no milk."
"Too bad," said Pinocchio and started to go.
"Wait a moment," said Farmer John. "Perhaps we can come to terms.
Do you know how to draw water from a well?"
"I can try."
"Then go to that well you see yonder and draw one
hundred bucketfuls of water."
"Very well."
"After you have finished, I shall give you a glass of
warm sweet milk."
"I am satisfied."
Farmer John took the Marionette to the well and showed
him how to draw the water. Pinocchio set to work as well
as he knew how, but long before he had pulled up the one
hundred buckets, he was tired out and dripping with
perspiration. He had never worked so hard in his life.
"Until today," said the Farmer, "my donkey has drawn
the water for me, but now that poor animal is dying."
"Will you take me to see him?" said Pinocchio.
"Gladly."
As soon as Pinocchio went into the stable, he spied a
little Donkey lying on a bed of straw in the corner of the
stable. He was worn out from hunger and too much work.
After looking at him a long time, he said to himself:
"I know that Donkey! I have seen him before."
And bending low over him, he asked: "Who are you?"
At this question, the Donkey opened weary, dying eyes
and answered in the same tongue: "I am Lamp-Wick."
Then he closed his eyes and died.
"Oh, my poor Lamp-Wick," said Pinocchio in a faint voice,
as he wiped his eyes with some straw he had picked up from the ground.
"Do you feel so sorry for a little donkey that has cost you nothing?"
said the Farmer. "What should I do--I, who have paid my good money for him?"
"But, you see, he was my friend."
"Your friend?"
"A classmate of mine."
"What," shouted Farmer John, bursting out laughing.
"What! You had donkeys in your school? How you must
have studied!"
The Marionette, ashamed and hurt by those words, did not answer,
but taking his glass of milk returned to his father.
From that day on, for more than five months, Pinocchio
got up every morning just as dawn was breaking and went
to the farm to draw water. And every day he was given
a glass of warm milk for his poor old father, who grew
stronger and better day by day. But he was not satisfied
with this. He learned to make baskets of reeds and sold
them. With the money he received, he and his father were
able to keep from starving.
Among other things, he built a rolling chair, strong and
comfortable, to take his old father out for an airing on
bright, sunny days.
In the evening the Marionette studied by lamplight.
With some of the money he had earned, he bought himself
a secondhand volume that had a few pages missing, and
with that he learned to read in a very short time. As far as
writing was concerned, he used a long stick at one end of
which he had whittled a long, fine point. Ink he had none,
so he used the juice of blackberries or cherries.
Little by little his diligence was rewarded. He
succeeded, not only in his studies, but also in his work, and a
day came when he put enough money together to keep his
old father comfortable and happy. Besides this, he was
able to save the great amount of fifty pennies. With it he
wanted to buy himself a new suit.
One day he said to his father:
"I am going to the market place to buy myself a coat, a
cap, and a pair of shoes. When I come back I'll be so
dressed up, you will think I am a rich man."
He ran out of the house and up the road to the village,
laughing and singing. Suddenly he heard his name called,
and looking around to see whence the voice came, he
noticed a large snail crawling out of some bushes.
"Don't you recognize me?" said the Snail.
"Yes and no."
"Do you remember the Snail that lived with the Fairy
with Azure Hair? Do you not remember how she opened
the door for you one night and gave you something to eat?"
"I remember everything," cried Pinocchio. "Answer
me quickly, pretty Snail, where have you left my Fairy?
What is she doing? Has she forgiven" target="_blank" title="forgive的过去分词">forgiven me? Does she
remember me? Does she still love me? Is she very far away
from here? May I see her?"
At all these questions, tumbling out one after another,
the Snail answered, calm as ever:
"My dear Pinocchio, the Fairy is lying ill in a hospital."
"In a hospital?"
"Yes, indeed. She has been stricken with trouble and illness,
and she hasn't a penny left with which to buy a bite of bread."
"Really? Oh, how sorry I am! My poor, dear little Fairy!
If I had a million I should run to her with it! But I
have only fifty pennies. Here they are. I was just going to
buy some clothes. Here, take them, little Snail, and give
them to my good Fairy."
"What about the new clothes?"
"What does that matter? I should like to sell these rags
I have on to help her more. Go, and hurry. Come back
here within a couple of days and I hope to have more
money for you! Until today I have worked for my father.
Now I shall have to work for my mother also. Good-by,
and I hope to see you soon."
The Snail, much against her usual habit, began to run
like a lizard under a summer sun.
When Pinocchio returned home, his father asked him:
"And where is the new suit?"
"I couldn't find one to fit me. I shall have to look again
some other day."
That night, Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten
o'clock waited until midnight, and instead of making
eight baskets, he made sixteen.
After that he went to bed and fell asleep. As he slept,
he dreamed of his Fairy, beautiful, smiling, and happy,
who kissed him and said to him, "Bravo, Pinocchio! In
reward for your kind heart, I forgive you for all your
old mischief. Boys who love and take good care of their
parents when they are old and sick, deserve praise even
though they may not be held up as models of obedience
and good behavior. Keep on doing so well, and you will be happy."
At that very moment, Pinocchio awoke and opened wide his eyes.
What was his surprise and his joy when, on looking
himself over, he saw that he was no longer a Marionette,
but that he had become a real live boy! He looked all
about him and instead of the usual walls of straw,
he found himself in a beautifully furnished little room,
the prettiest he had ever seen. In a twinkling, he jumped
down from his bed to look on the chair standing near.
There, he found a new suit, a new hat, and a pair of shoes.
As soon as he was dressed, he put his hands in his
pockets and pulled out a little leather purse on which were
written the following words:
The Fairy with Azure Hair returns
fifty pennies to her dear Pinocchio
with many thanks for his kind heart.
The Marionette opened the purse to find the money,
and behold--there were fifty gold coins!
Pinocchio ran to the mirror. He hardly recognized himself.
The bright face of a tall boy looked at him with wide-awake blue eyes,
dark brown hair and happy, smiling lips.
Surrounded by so much splendor, the Marionette hardly
knew what he was doing. He rubbed his eyes two or three times,
wondering if he were still asleep or awake and decided he must be awake.
"And where is Father?" he cried suddenly. He ran
into the next room, and there stood Geppetto, grown years
younger overnight, spick and span in his new clothes and
gay as a lark in the morning. He was once more Mastro
Geppetto, the wood carver, hard at work on a lovely
picture frame, decorating it with flowers and leaves, and
heads of animals.
"Father, Father, what has happened? Tell me if you can,"
cried Pinocchio, as he ran and jumped on his Father's neck.
"This sudden change in our house is all your doing,
my dear Pinocchio," answered Geppetto.
"What have I to do with it?"
"Just this. When bad boys become good and kind,
they have the power of making their homes gay and new
with happiness."
"I wonder where the old Pinocchio of wood has hidden himself?"
"There he is," answered Geppetto. And he pointed
to a large Marionette leaning against a chair, head turned
to one side, arms hanging limp, and legs twisted under him.
After a long, long look, Pinocchio said to himself with
great content:
"How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how
happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!"
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we must be kind and courteous to others, if we want to
find kindness and courtesy in our own days of trouble."
"You are right, little Cricket, you are more than right,
and I shall remember the lesson you have taught me. But
will you tell how you succeeded in buying this pretty
little cottage?"
"This cottage was given to me yesterday by a little Goat
with blue hair."
"And where did the Goat go?" asked Pinocchio.
"I don't know."
"And when will she come back?"
"She will never come back. Yesterday she went away
bleating sadly, and it seemed to me she said: `Poor Pinocchio,
I shall never see him again. . .the Shark must have
eaten him by this time.'"
"Were those her real words? Then it was she--it was--
my dear little Fairy," cried out Pinocchio, sobbing bitterly.
After he had cried a long time, he wiped his eyes and
then he made a bed of straw for old Geppetto. He laid him
on it and said to the Talking Cricket:
"Tell me, little Cricket, where shall I find a glass of milk
for my poor Father?"
"Three fields away from here lives Farmer John. He has
some cows. Go there and he will give you what you want."
Pinocchio ran all the way to Farmer John's house. The
Farmer said to him:
"How much milk do you want?"
"I want a full glass."
"A full glass costs a penny. First give me the penny."
"I have no penny," answered Pinocchio, sad and ashamed.
"Very bad, my Marionette," answered the Farmer,
"very bad. If you have no penny, I have no milk."
"Too bad," said Pinocchio and started to go.
"Wait a moment," said Farmer John. "Perhaps we can come to terms.
Do you know how to draw water from a well?"
"I can try."
"Then go to that well you see yonder and draw one
hundred bucketfuls of water."
"Very well."
"After you have finished, I shall give you a glass of
warm sweet milk."
"I am satisfied."
Farmer John took the Marionette to the well and showed
him how to draw the water. Pinocchio set to work as well
as he knew how, but long before he had pulled up the one
hundred buckets, he was tired out and dripping with
perspiration. He had never worked so hard in his life.
"Until today," said the Farmer, "my donkey has drawn
the water for me, but now that poor animal is dying."
"Will you take me to see him?" said Pinocchio.
"Gladly."
As soon as Pinocchio went into the stable, he spied a
little Donkey lying on a bed of straw in the corner of the
stable. He was worn out from hunger and too much work.
After looking at him a long time, he said to himself:
"I know that Donkey! I have seen him before."
And bending low over him, he asked: "Who are you?"
At this question, the Donkey opened weary, dying eyes
and answered in the same tongue: "I am Lamp-Wick."
Then he closed his eyes and died.
"Oh, my poor Lamp-Wick," said Pinocchio in a faint voice,
as he wiped his eyes with some straw he had picked up from the ground.
"Do you feel so sorry for a little donkey that has cost you nothing?"
said the Farmer. "What should I do--I, who have paid my good money for him?"
"But, you see, he was my friend."
"Your friend?"
"A classmate of mine."
"What," shouted Farmer John, bursting out laughing.
"What! You had donkeys in your school? How you must
have studied!"
The Marionette, ashamed and hurt by those words, did not answer,
but taking his glass of milk returned to his father.
From that day on, for more than five months, Pinocchio
got up every morning just as dawn was breaking and went
to the farm to draw water. And every day he was given
a glass of warm milk for his poor old father, who grew
stronger and better day by day. But he was not satisfied
with this. He learned to make baskets of reeds and sold
them. With the money he received, he and his father were
able to keep from starving.
Among other things, he built a rolling chair, strong and
comfortable, to take his old father out for an airing on
bright, sunny days.
In the evening the Marionette studied by lamplight.
With some of the money he had earned, he bought himself
a secondhand volume that had a few pages missing, and
with that he learned to read in a very short time. As far as
writing was concerned, he used a long stick at one end of
which he had whittled a long, fine point. Ink he had none,
so he used the juice of blackberries or cherries.
Little by little his diligence was rewarded. He
succeeded, not only in his studies, but also in his work, and a
day came when he put enough money together to keep his
old father comfortable and happy. Besides this, he was
able to save the great amount of fifty pennies. With it he
wanted to buy himself a new suit.
One day he said to his father:
"I am going to the market place to buy myself a coat, a
cap, and a pair of shoes. When I come back I'll be so
dressed up, you will think I am a rich man."
He ran out of the house and up the road to the village,
laughing and singing. Suddenly he heard his name called,
and looking around to see whence the voice came, he
noticed a large snail crawling out of some bushes.
"Don't you recognize me?" said the Snail.
"Yes and no."
"Do you remember the Snail that lived with the Fairy
with Azure Hair? Do you not remember how she opened
the door for you one night and gave you something to eat?"
"I remember everything," cried Pinocchio. "Answer
me quickly, pretty Snail, where have you left my Fairy?
What is she doing? Has she forgiven" target="_blank" title="forgive的过去分词">forgiven me? Does she
remember me? Does she still love me? Is she very far away
from here? May I see her?"
At all these questions, tumbling out one after another,
the Snail answered, calm as ever:
"My dear Pinocchio, the Fairy is lying ill in a hospital."
"In a hospital?"
"Yes, indeed. She has been stricken with trouble and illness,
and she hasn't a penny left with which to buy a bite of bread."
"Really? Oh, how sorry I am! My poor, dear little Fairy!
If I had a million I should run to her with it! But I
have only fifty pennies. Here they are. I was just going to
buy some clothes. Here, take them, little Snail, and give
them to my good Fairy."
"What about the new clothes?"
"What does that matter? I should like to sell these rags
I have on to help her more. Go, and hurry. Come back
here within a couple of days and I hope to have more
money for you! Until today I have worked for my father.
Now I shall have to work for my mother also. Good-by,
and I hope to see you soon."
The Snail, much against her usual habit, began to run
like a lizard under a summer sun.
When Pinocchio returned home, his father asked him:
"And where is the new suit?"
"I couldn't find one to fit me. I shall have to look again
some other day."
That night, Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten
o'clock waited until midnight, and instead of making
eight baskets, he made sixteen.
After that he went to bed and fell asleep. As he slept,
he dreamed of his Fairy, beautiful, smiling, and happy,
who kissed him and said to him, "Bravo, Pinocchio! In
reward for your kind heart, I forgive you for all your
old mischief. Boys who love and take good care of their
parents when they are old and sick, deserve praise even
though they may not be held up as models of obedience
and good behavior. Keep on doing so well, and you will be happy."
At that very moment, Pinocchio awoke and opened wide his eyes.
What was his surprise and his joy when, on looking
himself over, he saw that he was no longer a Marionette,
but that he had become a real live boy! He looked all
about him and instead of the usual walls of straw,
he found himself in a beautifully furnished little room,
the prettiest he had ever seen. In a twinkling, he jumped
down from his bed to look on the chair standing near.
There, he found a new suit, a new hat, and a pair of shoes.
As soon as he was dressed, he put his hands in his
pockets and pulled out a little leather purse on which were
written the following words:
The Fairy with Azure Hair returns
fifty pennies to her dear Pinocchio
with many thanks for his kind heart.
The Marionette opened the purse to find the money,
and behold--there were fifty gold coins!
Pinocchio ran to the mirror. He hardly recognized himself.
The bright face of a tall boy looked at him with wide-awake blue eyes,
dark brown hair and happy, smiling lips.
Surrounded by so much splendor, the Marionette hardly
knew what he was doing. He rubbed his eyes two or three times,
wondering if he were still asleep or awake and decided he must be awake.
"And where is Father?" he cried suddenly. He ran
into the next room, and there stood Geppetto, grown years
younger overnight, spick and span in his new clothes and
gay as a lark in the morning. He was once more Mastro
Geppetto, the wood carver, hard at work on a lovely
picture frame, decorating it with flowers and leaves, and
heads of animals.
"Father, Father, what has happened? Tell me if you can,"
cried Pinocchio, as he ran and jumped on his Father's neck.
"This sudden change in our house is all your doing,
my dear Pinocchio," answered Geppetto.
"What have I to do with it?"
"Just this. When bad boys become good and kind,
they have the power of making their homes gay and new
with happiness."
"I wonder where the old Pinocchio of wood has hidden himself?"
"There he is," answered Geppetto. And he pointed
to a large Marionette leaning against a chair, head turned
to one side, arms hanging limp, and legs twisted under him.
After a long, long look, Pinocchio said to himself with
great content:
"How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how
happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!"
End
- cottage [´kɔtidʒ]
n.村舍；小屋；小别墅 (初中英语单词) - yesterday [´jestədi] n.&ad.昨天；前不久 (初中英语单词)
- stable [´steibəl] n.马棚 a.稳固的 (初中英语单词)
- hunger [´hʌŋgə] n.饥饿；渴望 (初中英语单词)
- ashamed [ə´ʃeimd] a.惭愧；不好意思 (初中英语单词)
- volume [´vɔlju:m, ´vɑljəm] n.卷；书籍；体积；容量 (初中英语单词)
- missing [´misiŋ] a.缺掉的；失踪的 (初中英语单词)
- diligence [´dilidʒəns] n.勤奋，努力 (初中英语单词)
- amount [ə´maunt] n.总数；数量 v.合计 (初中英语单词)
- midnight [´midnait] n.午夜；漆黑 (初中英语单词)
- forgive [fə´giv] vt.原谅，谅解，宽恕 (初中英语单词)
- mischief [´mistʃif] n.伤害；故障；调皮 (初中英语单词)
- deserve [di´zə:v] v.应受；值得 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- splendor [´splendə] n.壮丽 =splendour (初中英语单词)
- hidden [´hid(ə)n] hide 的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
- courteous [´kə:tiəs] a.有礼貌的；殷勤的 (高中英语单词)
- courtesy [´kə:tisi] n.礼貌；殷勤；好意 (高中英语单词)
- cricket [´krikit] n.蟋蟀；板球 (高中英语单词)
- donkey [´dɔŋki] n.驴子；蠢人；顽固的人 (高中英语单词)
- learned [´lə:nid] a.有学问的，博学的 (高中英语单词)
- studied [´stʌdid] a.故意的；有计划的 (高中英语单词)
- concerned [kən´sə:nd] a.有关的；担心的 (高中英语单词)
- stricken [´strikən] strike的过去分词 (高中英语单词)
- behavior [bi´heiviə] n.举止，行为 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- hanging [´hæŋiŋ] n.绞刑 a.悬挂着的 (高中英语单词)
- ridiculous [ri´dikjuləs] a.荒谬的；可笑的 (高中英语单词)
- whence [wens] ad.从何处；从那里 (英语四级单词)
- forgiven [fə´givn] forgive的过去分词 (英语四级单词)
- lizard [´lizəd] n.蜥 (英语四级单词)
- beautifully [´bju:tifəli] ad.美丽地；优美地 (英语四级单词)
- overnight [,əuvə´nait] ad.通宵 a.昨晚的 (英语四级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
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