CHAPTER 36

[Pinocchio finally ceases to be a Marionette and becomes a boy] [Pinóquio finalmente deixa de ser uma marionete e vira um menino]

"My dear Father, we are saved!" cried the Marionette. "All we have to do now is to get to the shore, and that is easy." Without another word, he swam swiftly away in an effort to reach land as soon as possible. All at once he noticed that Geppetto was shivering and shaking as if with a high fever.

Was he shivering from fear or from cold? Who knows? Perhaps a little of both. But Pinocchio, thinking his father was frightened, tried to comfort him by saying:

"Courage, Father! In a few moments we shall be safe on land." "But where is that blessed shore?" asked the little old man, more and more worried as he tried to pierce the faraway shadows. "Here I am searching on all sides and I see nothing but sea and sky." "I see the shore," said the Marionette. "Remember, Father, that I am like a cat. I see better at night than by day." Poor Pinocchio pretended to be peaceful and contented, but he was far from that. O pobre Pinóquio fingia estar tranquilo e contente, mas estava longe disso. He was beginning to feel discouraged, his strength was leaving him, and his breathing was becoming more and more labored. He felt he could not go on much longer, and the shore was still far away.

He swam a few more strokes. Ele nadou mais algumas braçadas. Then he turned to Geppetto and cried out weakly: Então ele se virou para Geppetto e gritou fracamente:

"Help me, Father! Help, for I am dying!" Father and son were really about to drown when they heard a voice like a guitar out of tune call from the sea:

"What is the trouble?" "It is I and my poor father." "I know the voice. You are Pinocchio." "Exactly. And you?" "I am the Tunny, your companion in the Shark's stomach." "And how did you escape?" "I imitated your example. You are the one who showed me the way and after you went, I followed." "Tunny, you arrived at the right moment! I implore you, for the love you bear your children, the little Tunnies, to help us, or we are lost!" Eu imploro a você, pelo amor que você tem por seus filhos, os pequenos Tunnies, para nos ajudar, ou estamos perdidos!" "With great pleasure indeed. Hang onto my tail, both of you, and let me lead you. In a twinkling you will be safe on land." Geppetto and Pinocchio, as you can easily imagine, did not refuse the invitation; indeed, instead of hanging onto the tail, they thought it better to climb on the Tunny's back. Gepeto e Pinóquio, como você pode facilmente imaginar, não recusaram o convite; na verdade, em vez de se pendurarem na cauda, eles acharam melhor subir nas costas do Tunny. "Are we too heavy?" asked Pinocchio.

"Heavy? Not in the least. You are as light as sea-shells," answered the Tunny, who was as large as a two-year-old horse. Você é leve como conchas do mar", respondeu o Atum, que era tão grande quanto um cavalo de dois anos. As soon as they reached the shore, Pinocchio was the first to jump to the ground to help his old father. Then he turned to the fish and said to him:

"Dear friend, you have saved my father, and I have not enough words with which to thank you! Allow me to embrace you as a sign of my eternal gratitude." Permita-me abraçá-lo como sinal de minha eterna gratidão." The Tunny stuck his nose out of the water and Pinocchio knelt on the sand and kissed him most affectionately on his cheek. O Atum colocou o nariz para fora da água e Pinóquio ajoelhou-se na areia e beijou-o com muito carinho na bochecha. At this warm greeting, the poor Tunny, who was not used to such tenderness, wept like a child. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed that he turned quickly, plunged into the sea, and disappeared.

In the meantime day had dawned. Nesse ínterim, o dia amanheceu.

Pinocchio offered his arm to Geppetto, who was so weak he could hardly stand, and said to him:

"Lean on my arm, dear Father, and let us go. "Apoie-se em meu braço, querido pai, e deixe-nos ir. We will walk very, very slowly, and if we feel tired we can rest by the wayside." Caminharemos muito, muito devagar e, se nos sentirmos cansados, podemos descansar à beira do caminho." "And where are we going?" asked Geppetto.

"To look for a house or a hut, where they will be kind enough to give us a bite of bread and a bit of straw to sleep on." They had not taken a hundred steps when they saw two rough-looking individuals sitting on a stone begging for alms. Eles não tinham dado cem passos quando viram dois indivíduos de aparência rude sentados em uma pedra pedindo esmola.

It was the Fox and the Cat, but one could hardly recognize them, they looked so miserable. The Cat, after pretending to be blind for so many years had really lost the sight of both eyes. And the Fox, old, thin, and almost hairless, had even lost his tail. That sly thief had fallen into deepest poverty, and one day he had been forced to sell his beautiful tail for a bite to eat. Aquele ladrão astuto caiu na mais profunda pobreza, e um dia ele foi forçado a vender sua bela cauda para comer alguma coisa.

"Oh, Pinocchio," he cried in a tearful voice. "Oh, Pinóquio", ele gritou com uma voz chorosa. "Give us some alms, we beg of you! We are old, tired, and sick." "Sick!" repeated the Cat.

"Addio, false friends!" "Adio, falsos amigos!" answered the Marionette.

"You cheated me once, but you will never catch me again." "Você me enganou uma vez, mas nunca mais vai me pegar." "Believe us! Today we are truly poor and starving." Hoje somos verdadeiramente pobres e famintos." "Starving!" repeated the Cat.

"If you are poor; you deserve it! Remember the old proverb which says: `Stolen money never bears fruit.' Lembre-se do velho provérbio que diz: 'Dinheiro roubado nunca dá frutos'. Addio, false friends." "Have mercy on us!" "On us." "Addio, false friends. Remember the old proverb which says: `Bad wheat always makes poor bread!'" "Do not abandon us." "Não nos abandone." "Abandon us," repeated the Cat. "Addio, false friends. Remember the old proverb: `Whoever steals his neighbor's shirt, usually dies without his own.'" Lembre-se do velho provérbio: 'Quem rouba a camisa do vizinho, geralmente morre sem a sua'." Waving good-by to them, Pinocchio and Geppetto calmly went on their way. Acenando para eles, Pinóquio e Gepeto calmamente seguiram seu caminho. After a few more steps, they saw, at the end of a long road near a clump of trees, a tiny cottage built of straw. Depois de mais alguns passos, eles viram, no final de uma longa estrada perto de um grupo de árvores, uma pequena cabana construída de palha.

"Someone must live in that little hut," said Pinocchio. "Let us see for ourselves." They went and knocked at the door.

"Who is it?" said a little voice from within.

"A poor father and a poorer son, without food and with no roof to cover them," answered the Marionette. "Um pai pobre e um filho ainda mais pobre, sem comida e sem teto para morar", respondeu a Marionete. "Turn the key and the door will open," said the same little voice. "Gire a chave e a porta se abrirá", disse a mesma vozinha. Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. As soon as they went in, they looked here and there and everywhere but saw no one.

"Oh--ho, where is the owner of the hut?" cried Pinocchio, very much surprised.

"Here I am, up here!" Father and son looked up to the ceiling, and there on a beam sat the Talking Cricket. Pai e filho olharam para o teto, e lá em uma viga estava sentado o Grilo Falante.

"Oh, my dear Cricket," said Pinocchio, bowing politely. "Oh, now you call me your dear Cricket, but do you remember when you threw your hammer at me to kill me?" "You are right, dear Cricket. Throw a hammer at me now. I deserve it! But spare my poor old father." Mas poupe meu pobre velho pai." "I am going to spare both the father and the son. I have only wanted to remind you of the trick you long ago 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." Eu só queria lembrá-lo do truque que você pregou sobre mim há muito tempo, para ensiná-lo que neste nosso mundo devemos ser gentis e corteses com os outros, se quisermos encontrar gentileza e cortesia em nossos próprios dias de dificuldade. " "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. "A três campos daqui mora o fazendeiro John. He has some cows. Ele tem algumas vacas. 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." "Então vá até aquele poço que você vê ali e tire cem baldes de água." "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. Pinóquio começou a trabalhar tão bem quanto sabia, mas muito antes de ter puxado os cem baldes, ele estava cansado e pingando de suor. 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. Assim que Pinóquio entrou no estábulo, avistou um pequeno burro deitado em uma cama de palha no canto do estábulo. 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. Daquele dia em diante, por mais de cinco meses, Pinóquio levantava-se todas as manhãs ao raiar do dia e ia à fazenda tirar água. And every day he was given a glass of warm milk for his poor old father, who grew stronger and better day by day. E todos os dias ele recebia um copo de leite morno para seu pobre pai, que ficava mais forte e melhor a cada dia. But he was not satisfied with this. He learned to make baskets of reeds and sold them. Aprendeu a fazer cestos de junco e os vendia. 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. Entre outras coisas, ele construiu uma cadeira de rodinhas, forte e confortável, para levar seu velho pai para passear nos dias claros e ensolarados.

In the evening the Marionette studied by lamplight. À noite, a Marionete estudava à luz da lamparina. 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. Com parte do dinheiro que ganhou, comprou para si um volume de segunda mão que faltava algumas páginas, e com isso aprendeu a ler em pouquíssimo tempo. As far as writing was concerned, he used a long stick at one end of which he had whittled a long, fine point. No que diz respeito à escrita, ele usava uma vara longa em uma das pontas da qual havia talhado uma ponta longa e fina. Ink he had none, so he used the juice of blackberries or cherries. Tinta ele não tinha, então usou o suco de amoras ou cerejas. Little by little his diligence was rewarded. Pouco a pouco, sua diligência foi recompensada. 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. Ele teve sucesso, não apenas nos estudos, mas também no trabalho, e chegou o dia em que juntou dinheiro suficiente para manter seu velho pai confortável e feliz. Besides this, he was able to save the great amount of fifty pennies. Além disso, ele conseguiu economizar a grande quantia de cinquenta centavos. 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 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: A todas essas perguntas, que surgiam uma após a outra, o Caracol respondia, calmo como sempre:

"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. O Caracol, muito contra seu hábito habitual, começou a correr como um lagarto sob o sol de verão.

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. Os meninos que amam e cuidam bem de seus pais quando estão velhos e doentes merecem elogios, mesmo que não sejam considerados modelos de obediência e bom comportamento. 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. Ele olhou ao seu redor e, em vez das habituais paredes de palha, encontrou-se em um quartinho lindamente mobiliado, o mais bonito que já vira. 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: Assim que se vestiu, pôs as mãos nos bolsos e tirou uma bolsinha de couro na qual estavam escritas as seguintes palavras:

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. Rodeado de tanto esplendor, o Marionete mal sabia o que fazia. 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. Ele correu para a sala ao lado, e lá estava Gepeto, rejuvenescido durante a noite, brilhante em suas roupas novas e alegre como uma cotovia pela manhã. 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. Ele era mais uma vez Mastro Geppetto, o entalhador de madeira, trabalhando arduamente em uma linda moldura, decorando-a com flores e folhas e cabeças de animais.

"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." Quando os bad boys se tornam bons e gentis, eles têm o poder de tornar seus lares alegres e novos com felicidade." "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!" THE END