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Alexey Nikolaevich Tolstoy   

The Golden Key, or The Adventures of Buratino  ,   



I dedicate this book   

To Lyudmila Ilyinichna Tolstoy   



Preface 

When I was little  a long, long time ago  I read a book called Pinocchio, or the Adventures of a Wooden Doll (a wooden doll in Italian is Buratino).      ,  ,     ;   ,     (  -  ).

I often told my friends, girls and boys, the entertaining adventures of Buratino.     ,   ,   . But since the book was lost, I told it differently each time, inventing adventures that were not in the book at all.     ,      -,  ,       .

Now, many, many years later, I remembered my old friend Buratino and decided to tell you, girls and boys, an extraordinary story about this wooden man. ,  - ,          ,   ,      .

Alexey Tolstoy  

The carpenter Giuseppe came across a log that squeaked with a human voice      ,    

Once upon a time, in a town on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, there lived an old carpenter named Giuseppe, nicknamed Blue Nose. -              .

One day he came across a log, an ordinary log for heating the hearth in winter.      ,        .

Not a bad thing, Giuseppe said to himself, we could make something out of it like a table leg   ,     ,      -    

Giuseppe put on his glasses, wrapped in twine, since the glasses were also old, turned the log in his hand and began to chop it with an axe.   ,  ,      ,         . But as soon as he began to chop, someones unusually thin voice squeaked:     , -    :

- Oh-oh, please be quiet!  -, , !

Giuseppe pushed his glasses up to the tip of his nose and began to look around the workshop  no one      ,     

He looked under the workbench  no one      

He looked in the basket with shavings - no one...        

He stuck his head out the door  there was no one on the street         

Did I really imagine it?   ?  thought Giuseppe.    .  Who could have been squeaking?       ?. .. . 

He took the hatchet again and again  just hit the log           

Oh, it hurts, Im telling you!  ,  , !  a thin voice howled.     .

This time Giuseppe was seriously scared, his glasses even started to fog up... He looked around every corner of the room, even climbed into the fireplace and, turning his head, looked into the chimney for a long time.        ,           ,     ,  ,    .

 There is no one   

Maybe I drank something inappropriate and my ears are ringing?  ,   -       ?  Giuseppe thought to himself.      .

No, he hadnt drunk anything inappropriate today Having calmed down a bit, Giuseppe took the plane, hit the back of it with a hammer so that the blade would come out just right  not too much and not too little  put the log on the workbench and  just started shaving ,        ,   ,      ,              ,         

Oh, oh, oh, oh, listen, why are you pinching?  , , , , ,   ?  a thin voice squeaked desperately.      .

Giuseppe dropped the plane, stepped back and sat down on the floor: he realized that the thin voice was coming from inside the log.   ,      :  ,      .

Giuseppe gives a talking log to his friend Carlo       

At this time, an old friend of Giuseppes, an organ grinder named Carlo, came to see him.        ,    .

Once upon a time, Carlo, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, walked around the cities with a beautiful barrel organ and earned his living by singing and playing music. -                  .

Now Carlo was already old and sick, and his barrel organ had long since broken.       ,     .

Hello, Giuseppe, he said, entering the workshop.  , ,   ,   . Why are you sitting on the floor?       ?

And I, you see, lost a small screw... Oh, never mind!   ,  ,      !  Giuseppe answered and glanced sideways at the log.        .  Well, how are you, old man?   ,    , ?

Its bad, answered Carlo.  ,   . I keep thinking about how I can earn my living If only you could help me, give me some advice, or something                ,  ,  

What could be simpler? Giuseppe said cheerfully and thought to himself: Ill just get rid of this damned log now.   ,        : -      . What could be simpler: you see, theres an excellent log lying on the workbench, take this log, Carlo, and take it home    :       , -   , ,   

Hey-he-he, Carlo answered sadly, what next?  --,    ,    -? Ill bring home a log, but I dont even have a fire in the closet.    ,         .

- I'm telling you something, Carlo... Take a knife, cut a doll out of this log, teach it to say all sorts of funny words, sing and dance, and carry it around the courtyards.     ,   ,     ,      ,   ,     . You'll earn enough for a piece of bread and a glass of wine.        .

At this moment, a cheerful voice squeaked on the workbench where the log was lying:     ,   ,   :

- Bravo, great idea, Blue Nose!  ,  ,  !

Giuseppe began to shake with fear again, and Carlo only looked around in surprise  where did the voice come from?     ,        ?

- Well, thank you, Giuseppe, for the advice, lets take your log, please.  , , ,  , , ,  .

Then Giuseppe grabbed the log and quickly shoved it to his friend.         . But either he shoved it awkwardly, or it jumped up on its own and hit Carlo on the head.      ,          .

Ah, so these are your gifts!  ,    !  Carlo shouted, offended at his friend.     ,  .

- Sorry, buddy, it wasn't me who hit you.  , ,     .

- So, I hit myself on the head?  ,      ?

- No, my friend, the log itself must have hit you.  , ,  ,    .

- You're lying, you hit...  ,  

- No, not me...  ,  

I knew you were a drunkard, Blue Nose, said Carlo, and youre also a liar.   ,   ,  ,   ,      .

- Oh, you swear!  ,  ! - shouted Giuseppe.    . - Come closer!   -  !. .. .

- Come closer yourself, Ill grab you by the nose!    ,     !. .. .

Both old men sulked and began to attack each other.         . Carlo grabbed Giuseppe by his blue nose.      . Giuseppe grabbed Carlo by the gray hair that grew near his ears.      ,   .

After that, they started to beat each other up with their fists.          . A shrill voice on the workbench was squeaking and egging on at that time:          :

- Go ahead, go ahead and do it!  ,  !

Finally the old men were tired and out of breath.     . Giuseppe said:  :

 Lets make peace, shall we?   ,  

Carlo replied:  :

- Well, let's make peace...    ,  

The old men kissed.  . Carlo took the log under his arm and went home.        .




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