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Carlo Collodi
Italian
Writer
About the author
When poverty shows itself, even mischievous boys understand what it means.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Poverty
#Boys
A boy's appetite grows very fast, and in a few moments the queer, empty feeling had become hunger, and the hunger grew bigger and bigger, until soon he was as ravenous as a bear.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Feeling
#Appetite
#Hunger
#Moments
Pinocchio, spurred on by the hope of finding his father and of being in time to save him, swam all night long.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Time
#Hope
#Being
#Night
#Father
Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Time
#Fire
#Winter
#Wood
How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Now
How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Wood
Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Saying
#Road
#Happiness
#Fancy
A thousand woodpeckers flew in through the window and settled themselves on Pinocchio's nose.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
At such a loving invitation, Pinocchio, with one leap from the back of the orchestra, found himself in the front rows. With another leap, he was on the orchestra leader's head. With a third, he landed on the stage.
Carlo Collodi,
Italian
Writer
#Leader