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Follow Pinocchio, a wooden puppet, on his adventure to become a real boy. The mischievous marionette must learn how to be good for his wish to come true. This beloved tale, filled with fairies, talking crickets and man-eating fish, has been described as one of the greatest works of Italian literature of all time. “Pinocchio”, originally published in 1883, is the perfect bookshelf addition for collectors of fairy tales and lovers of children’s stories. Carlo Collodi (1826 – 1890) was an Italian author best remembered for his children’s stories. He translated fairy tales as well as writing his own, the most notable being Charles Perrault’s French tale, ‘I Racconti delle Fate’ (1875). Read & Co. Children’s is proudly republishing this classic tale in a new, high-quality edition with a specially commissioned biography of the author as part of our “Treasures Collection”.

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Publié par	Read Books Ltd.
Date de parution	27 juillet 2021
Nombre de lectures	30
EAN13	9781528792646
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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PINOCCHIO
By
CARLO COLLODI
Translated from the Italian by
M. A. MURRAY

First published in 1883

Copyright © 2021 Read & Co. Children's
This edition is published by Read & Co. Children's, an imprint of Read & Co.
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Cover illustration by Laura Trinder www.lauratrinder.co.uk

Contents
C arlo Collodi
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
C HAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
C HAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
C HAPTER XXVII
CH APTER XXVIII
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
CHAPTER XXXI
C HAPTER XXXII
CH APTER XXXIII
C HAPTER XXXIV
CHAPTER XXXV
C HAPTER XXXVI

Carlo Collodi
Carlo Collodi was born as Carlo Lorenzini on the 24th of November 1826 in Florence. He was an Italian author who wrote satirical newspapers, translated manuscripts and his most notable work is the fairy tale, The Adventures o f Pinocchio .
He was born to a cook, Domenico Lorenzini, and a seamstress, Angiolina Orzali Lorenzini, both of whom worked for the Marquiss, Ginori Lisci. Collodi was the eldest of eleven children, but seven of his siblings passed away in their ear ly childhood
His mother, Angiolina, was from the Italian village Collodi, which is where he gained the inspiration for his pen name. He spent the majority of his childhood in Collodi, living with his maternal grandmother. Carlo Collodi was sent to study in Tuscany at the Roman Catholic Diocese of Colle di Val d'Elsa after finishing his primary education. He would have been taught Catholic theology and scripture in preparation for serving the church. There is evidence that the Marquiss offered financial support to aid Collodi through his education and training, but Collodi realised that he did not want to become a priest. He moved back to Florence to continue his education at the College of the Scol opi Fathers.
Remaining in Florence, Collodi began working at a bookstore, Libreria Piatti, in 1844. Part of his work there was to assist an established manuscript specialist, Giuseppe Aiazzi. Collodi was greatly impacted by his time working with Aiazzi, and the manuscript specialist had a large influence on the budding writer. The character of Pinocchio, who Collodi would create many years later, is named in part after Aiazzi: Pino being a shortened version of the name Giuseppino, which Giuseppe is an abbr eviation of.
From 1848 until 1860, Collodi voluntarily served in the Tuscan army during the first and second Italian Wars of Independence. He had strong political views and published his first satirical newspaper in 1848. Il Lampione ( The Lampost ) was censored by the Grand Duke of Tuscany, but reemerged in 1860. He founded a second newspaper in 1854 called La Scaramuccia ( The C ontroversy ).
In 1856, Collodi began using his pen name and started publishing periodicals, with a play, Gli amici di casa, and a guidebook parody, Un romanzo in vapore, being released in the same year. One of his most notable works, Il signor Alberi ha ragione! (Mr. Alberi is Right!), was released in 1860. In it he expressed his social and political opinions on the state of Italy. He also worked on the political newspaper, Il Fanfulla .
Collodi was for the Italian unification, and in 1876 he released an ironic series exploring the topic through the eyes and mind of a fictional character, Giannettino. Giannettino , Minuzzolo , and Il viaggio per l'Italia di Giannettino were all inspired by Alessandro Luigi Parravicini' s Giannetto .
When the different states were joined together as the Kingdom of Italy, Collodi lost interest in politics slightly and turned his mind to children’s literature. He began by translating French fairy tales into Italian, for example in 1875, he completed a collection of translated works by Charles Perrault named Racconti delle fate.
Whilst under employment with the Censorship Commission for the Theatre, he wrote further satirical material, including Macchiette (1880), Occhi e nasi (1881) and Storie all egre (1887).
It wasn’t until 1880, at the age of 53, that Collodi wrote Storia di un burattino ( Story of a Marionette ), otherwise known as Le avventure di Pinocchio ( The Adventures of Pinocchio ). The now-famous fairy tale was released weekly in Giornale per i bambini . The story was adapted into an animated film by Disney in 1940. Pinocchio was the first ever animated film to receive an Academy Award nomination for B est Picture.
Collodi passed away in his birthplace, Florence, on the 26th of October 1890 aged 63. He was buried in Cimitero Monumentale Delle Porte Sante, Firenze, Toscana, Italy. The National Carlo Collodi Foundation was opened to promote his work and the education of others. Collodi, the author’s namesake village, is now home to the Park of Pinocchio which is a much-frequented tourist attraction. Collodi died before The Adventures of Pinocchio rose to great fame, but is now remembered world-wide for giving a wood en boy life.

PINOCCHIO
CHAPTER I
How it came to pass that Master Cherry the carpenter found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child.
There was once upon a time . . .
'A king!' my little readers will instan tly exclaim.
No, children, you are wrong. There was once upon a time a pi ece of wood.
This wood was not valuable: it was only a common log like those that are burnt in winter in the stoves and fireplaces to make a cheerful blaze and war m the rooms.
I cannot say how it came about, but the fact is, that one fine day this piece of wood was lying in the shop of an old carpenter of the name of Master Antonio. He was, however, called by everybody Master Cherry, on account of the end of his nose, which was always as red and polished as a ripe cherry.
No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece of wood than his face beamed with delight; and, rubbing his hands together with satisfaction, he said softly to himself:
'This wood has come at the right moment; it will just do to make the leg of a li ttle table.'
Having said this he immediately took a sharp axe with which to remove the bark and the rough surface. Just, however, as he was going to give the first stroke he remained with his arm suspended in the air, for he heard a very small voice saying imploringly, 'Do not strike me so hard!'
Picture to yourselves the astonishment of good old Ma ster Cherry!
He turned his terrified eyes all round the room to try and discover where the little voice could possibly have come from, but he saw nobody! He looked under the bench—nobody; he looked into a cupboard that was always shut— nobody; he looked into a basket of shavings and sawdust— nobody; he even opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into the street—and still nobody. Who, then, could it be?
'I see how it is,' he said, laughing and scratching his wig; 'evidently that little voice was all my imagination. Let us set to work again.'
And taking up the axe he struck a tremendous blow on the pi ece of wood.
'Oh! oh! you have hurt me!' cried the same little voic e dolefully.
This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes started out of his head with fright, his mouth remained open, and his tongue hung out almost to the end of his chin, like a mask on a fountain. As soon as he had recovered the use of his speech, he began to say, stuttering and tremblin g with fear:
'But where on earth can that little voice have come from that said Oh! oh!? . . . Here there is certainly not a living soul. Is it possible that this piece of wood can have learnt to cry and to lament like a child? I cannot believe it. This piece of wood, here it is; a log for fuel like all the others, and thrown on the fire it would about suffice to boil a saucepan of beans . . . How then? Can any one be hidden inside it? If any one is hidden inside, so much the worse for him. I will settle h im at once.'
So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and commenced beating it without mercy against the walls of the room.
Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little voice lamenting. He waited two minutes—nothing; five minutes—nothing; ten minutes—st ill nothing!
'I see how it is,' he then said, forcing himself to laugh and pushing up his wig; 'evidently the little voice that said Oh! oh! was all my imagination! Let us set to work again.'
But as all the same he was in a great fright, he tried to sing to give himself a lit tle courage.
Putting the axe aside he took his plane, to plane and polish the bit of wood; but whilst he was running it up and down he heard the same little voice sa y, laughing:
'Have done! you are tickling m e all over!'
This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he had been struck by lightning. When he at last opened his eyes he found himself seated o n the floor.
His face was qu