The Adventures of Pinocchio HTML version
The Assassins chase Pinocchio, catch him, and hang him to the branch of a
giant oak tree
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.
"If I have enough breath left with which to reach that little house, I may be
saved," he said to himself.
Not waiting another moment, he darted swiftly through the woods, the Assassins
still after 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.
He knocked again, harder than before, for behind him he heard the steps and the
labored breathing of his persecutors. The same silence followed.
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:
"No one lives in this house. Everyone is dead."
"Won't you, at least, open the door for me?" cried Pinocchio in a beseeching
"I also am dead."