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Gianni RODARI
THE ADVENTURES OF CHIPOLLINO

CHAPTER FIRST,

In which Cipollone crushed Prince Lemon's leg

What can you do: where there are onions, there are tears.

Cipollone, his wife and sons lived in a wooden shack slightly larger than a garden seedling box. If rich people happened to find themselves in these places, they wrinkled their noses with displeasure and grumbled: “Ugh, that sounds like a bow!” - and ordered the coachman to go faster.

One day, the ruler of the country himself, Prince Lemon, was going to visit the poor outskirts. The courtiers were terribly worried whether the onion smell would hit His Highness's nose.

– What will the prince say when he smells this poverty?

– You can spray the poor with perfume! – suggested the Senior Chamberlain.

A dozen Lemon soldiers were immediately sent to the outskirts to perfume those who smelled of onions. This time the soldiers left their sabers and cannons in the barracks and shouldered huge cans of sprayers. The cans contained: floral cologne, violet essence and even the best rose water.

The commander ordered Cipollone, his sons and all his relatives to leave the houses. The soldiers lined them up and sprayed them thoroughly from head to toe with cologne. This fragrant rain gave Cipollino, out of habit, a severe runny nose. He began to sneeze loudly and did not hear the drawn-out sound of a trumpet coming from afar.

It was the ruler himself who arrived on the outskirts with his retinue of Limonov, Limonishek and Limonchikov. Prince Lemon was dressed all in yellow from head to toe, and a golden bell jingled on his yellow cap. The court Lemons had silver bells, and the Limon soldiers had bronze bells. All these bells rang incessantly, so that the result was magnificent music. The whole street came running to listen to her. The people decided that a traveling orchestra had arrived.

Cipollone and Cipollino were in the front row. They both received a lot of pushes and kicks from those who were pressing from behind. Finally, poor old Cipollone could not stand it and shouted:

- Back! Siege back!..

Prince Lemon became wary. What is it?

He approached Cipollone, stepping majestically with his short, crooked legs, and looked sternly at the old man:

– Why are you shouting “back”? My loyal subjects are so eager to see me that they are rushing forward, and you don’t like it, do you?

“Your Highness,” the Senior Chamberlain whispered in the prince’s ear, “it seems to me that this man is a dangerous rebel.” He needs to be taken under special supervision.

Immediately one of the Limonchik soldiers pointed a telescope at Cipollone, which was used to observe troublemakers. Every Lemonchik had such a pipe.

Cipollone turned green with fear.

“Your Highness,” he muttered, “but they’ll push me in!”

“And they will do great,” thundered Prince Lemon. - Serves you right!

Here the Senior Chamberlain addressed the crowd with a speech.

“Our beloved subjects,” he said, “His Highness thanks you for your expression of devotion and for the zealous kicks with which you treat each other.” Push harder, push with all your might!

“But they’ll knock you off your feet, too,” Cipollino tried to object.

But now another Lemonchik pointed a telescope at the boy, and Cipollino considered it best to hide in the crowd.

At first, the back rows did not press too hard on the front rows. But the Senior Chamberlain looked so fiercely at the careless people that in the end the crowd became agitated, like water in a tub. Unable to withstand the pressure, old Cipollone spun head over heels and accidentally stepped on the foot of Prince Lemon himself. His Highness, who had significant calluses on his feet, immediately saw all the stars of heaven without the help of the court astronomer. Ten Lemon soldiers rushed from all sides at the unfortunate Cipollone and handcuffed him.

- Cipollino, Cipollino, son! - the poor old man called, looking around in confusion, as the soldiers took him away.

Cipollino at that moment was very far from the scene of the incident and did not suspect anything, but the onlookers scurrying around already knew everything and, as happens in such cases, they knew even more than what actually happened.

“It’s good that he was caught in time,” said the idle talkers. “Just think, he wanted to stab His Highness with a dagger!”

- Nothing of the kind: the villain has a machine gun in his pocket!

- Machine gun? In the pocket? This cannot be!

– Don’t you hear the shooting?

In fact, it was not shooting at all, but the crackling of festive fireworks arranged in honor of Prince Lemon. But the crowd was so frightened that they shied away from the Lemon soldiers in all directions.

Cipollino wanted to shout to all these people that his father did not have a machine gun in his pocket, but only a small cigar butt, but, after thinking, he decided that you still couldn’t argue with the talkers, and wisely remained silent.

Poor Cipollino! It suddenly seemed to him that he began to see poorly - this is because huge tears welled up in his eyes.

- Get back, stupid! – Cipollino shouted at her and clenched his teeth so as not to roar.

The tear got scared, backed away and never showed up again.

* * *

In short, old Cipollone was sentenced to imprisonment not only for life, but also for many, many years after death, because Prince Lemon's prisons also had cemeteries.

Cipollino secured a meeting with the old man and hugged him tightly:

- My poor father! You were put in jail like a criminal, along with thieves and bandits!..

“What are you saying, son,” his father interrupted him affectionately, “but the prison is full of honest people!”

– Why are they imprisoned? What bad did they do?

- Absolutely nothing, son. That's why they were jailed. Prince Lemon doesn't like decent people.

Cipollino thought about it.

– So, going to prison is a great honor? - he asked.

- It turns out so. Prisons are built for those who steal and kill, but for Prince Lemon it’s the other way around: the thieves and murderers are in his palace, and honest citizens are in prison.

“I also want to be an honest citizen,” said Cipollino, “but I just don’t want to go to prison.” Just be patient, I'll come back here and free you all!

– Aren’t you relying on yourself too much? – the old man smiled. - This is not an easy task!

- But you'll see. I will achieve my goal.

Then some Limonilka from the guard appeared and announced that the date was over.

“Cipollino,” the father said in parting, “now you are already big and can think about yourself.” Uncle Chipolla will take care of your mother and brothers, and you go to wander around the world, learn some wisdom.

- How can I study? I don’t have books, and I don’t have money to buy them.

– It doesn’t matter, life will teach you. Just keep your eyes open - try to see through all sorts of rogues and swindlers, especially those who have power.

- And then? What should I do then?

– You will understand when the time comes.

“Well, let’s go, let’s go,” Limonishka shouted, “enough chatting!” And you, ragamuffin, stay away from here if you don’t want to go to jail yourself.

Cipollino would have responded to Limonishka with a mocking song, but he thought that it was not worth going to jail until you had time to properly get down to business.

He kissed his father deeply and ran away.

The next day he entrusted his mother and seven brothers to the care of his good uncle Cipolla, who was a little more fortunate in life than the rest of his relatives - he served somewhere as a gatekeeper.

Having said goodbye to his uncle, mother and brothers, Cipollino tied his things in a bundle and, attaching it to a stick, set off on his way. He went wherever his eyes led him and must have chosen the right road.

A few hours later he reached a small village - so small that no one even bothered to write its name on the pillar or on the first house. And this house was, strictly speaking, not a house, but some kind of tiny kennel, which was only suitable for a dachshund. An old man with a reddish beard sat at the window; he looked sadly at the street and seemed to be very preoccupied with something.

CHAPTER TWO

How Cipollino made Cavalier Tomato cry for the first time

“Uncle,” asked Cipollino, “what took it into your head to climb into this box?” I would like to know how you will get out of it!

- Oh, it's quite easy! - answered the old man. - It’s much more difficult to enter. I would love to invite you over, boy, and even treat you to a glass of cold beer, but there’s no room for the two of you here. Yes, to tell the truth, I don’t even have beer.

“It’s okay,” said Cipollino, “I don’t want to drink... So this is your house?”

“Yes,” answered the old man, whose name was godfather Pumpkin. “It’s true that the house is a bit cramped, but when there’s no wind, it’s nice here.”

* * *

It must be said that godfather Pumpkin only completed the construction of his house on the eve of this day. Almost from childhood, he dreamed that he would someday have his own house, and every year he bought one brick for future construction.

But, unfortunately, godfather Pumpkin did not know arithmetic and had to ask the shoemaker, Master Vinogradinka, from time to time to count the bricks for him.

“We’ll see,” said Master Grape, scratching the back of his head with an awl.

- Six seven-forty two... nine down... In short, you have seventeen bricks in total.

– Do you think this will be enough for the house?

– I would say no.

- How to be?

- That's up to you. If you don’t have enough for a house, make a bench out of bricks.

- What do I need a bench for? There are already a lot of benches in the park, and when they are occupied, I can stand.

Master Grape silently scratched with an awl, first behind his right ear, then behind his left, and went into his workshop.

And godfather Pumpkin thought and thought and in the end decided to work more and eat less. So he did.

Now he managed to buy three or four bricks a year.

He became as thin as a matchstick, but the pile of bricks grew.

The people said:

“Look at godfather Pumpkin! You'd think he was pulling bricks out of his own belly. Every time he adds a brick, he loses a kilogram.”

So it went on year after year. Finally the day came when godfather Pumpkin felt that he was getting old and could no longer work. He again went to Master Grape and told him:

- Be so kind as to count my bricks.

Master Grape, taking an awl with him, left the workshop, looked at the pile of bricks and began:

- Six seven-forty two... nine down... In a word, in total you now have one hundred and eighteen pieces.

- Enough for the house?

- In my opinion, no.

- How to be?

- I don’t really know what to tell you... Build a chicken coop.

- Yes, I don’t have a single chicken!

- Well, put a cat in the chicken coop. You know, a cat is a useful animal. She catches mice.

“That’s true, but I don’t have a cat either, and to tell the truth, I haven’t even got mice yet.” No reason and nowhere...

- What do you want from me? - Master Grape sniffled, fiercely scratching the back of his head with an awl. – One hundred and eighteen is one hundred and eighteen, no more, no less. Right?

- You know better - you studied arithmetic.

Godfather Pumpkin sighed once or twice, but seeing that his sighs were not adding more bricks, he decided to begin construction without further ado.

“I’ll build a very, very small house out of bricks,” he thought as he worked. “I don’t need a palace, I’m small myself.” And if there aren’t enough bricks, I’ll use paper.”

Godfather Pumpkin worked slowly and carefully, afraid to use up all his precious bricks too quickly.

He placed them one on top of the other as carefully as if they were glass. He knew well what each brick was worth!

“This,” he said, taking one of the bricks and stroking it like a kitten, “this is the same brick that I got ten years ago for Christmas.” I bought it with the money I saved for chicken for the holiday. Well, I’ll enjoy the chicken later, when I finish my construction, but for now I’ll do without it.

Over each brick he let out a deep, deep sigh. And yet, when the bricks ran out, he still had a lot of sighs left, and the house turned out to be tiny, like a dovecote.

“If I were a dove,” thought poor Pumpkin, “I would be very, very comfortable here!”

And now the house was completely ready.

Godfather Pumpkin tried to enter it, but his knee hit the ceiling and almost brought down the entire structure.

“I’m getting old and clumsy. We need to be more careful!”

He knelt in front of the entrance and, sighing, crawled inside on all fours. But here new difficulties emerged: you can’t get up without hitting the roof with your head; You can’t stretch out on the floor because the floor is too short, and it’s impossible to turn on your side because it’s cramped. But most importantly, what about the legs? If you climbed into the house, you need to pull your legs inside, otherwise they will get wet in the rain.

“I see,” thought godfather Pumpkin, “that I can only live in this house sitting.”

So he did. He sat down on the floor, carefully taking a breath, and on his face, which appeared through the window, there was an expression of the darkest despair.

- Well, how are you feeling, neighbor? - Master Grape inquired, leaning out of the window of his workshop.

“Thank you, not bad!..” answered godfather Pumpkin with a sigh.

– Aren’t your shoulders narrow?

- No no. After all, I built the house exactly according to my measurements.

Master Grape scratched the back of his head, as always, with an awl and muttered something incomprehensible. Meanwhile, people gathered from all sides to look at the house of godfather Pumpkin. A whole horde of boys rushed over. The smallest one jumped onto the roof of the house and began to dance, singing:

Like Old Man Pumpkin
Right hand in the kitchen
Left hand in the bedroom.
If the legs
On the threshold
The nose is in the attic window!

- Be careful, boys! - Godfather Pumpkin begged. “You’re going to bring my house down, he’s still so young, new, he’s not even two days old!”

To appease the boys, godfather Pumpkin pulled out of his pocket a handful of red and green candies that he had lying around since I don’t know when, and distributed them to the boys. They grabbed the candies with a joyful squeal and immediately fought among themselves, dividing the spoils.

From that day on, godfather Pumpkin, as soon as he had a few soldi, bought sweets and put them on the windowsill for the children, like bread crumbs for sparrows.

That's how they became friends.

Sometimes Pumpkin allowed the boys to climb into the house one by one, while he kept a watchful eye on the outside, lest they cause trouble.

* * *

Godfather Pumpkin was telling young Cipollino about all this just at that moment when a thick cloud of dust appeared at the edge of the village. Immediately, as if on command, all the windows, doors and gates began to close with a knock and a creak. Master Grape's wife also hurried to lock her gate.

People hid in their homes, as if before a storm. Even chickens, cats and dogs rushed to look for a safe shelter.

Cipollino had not yet had time to ask what was going on here, when a cloud of dust rolled through the village with a crash and roar and stopped right at the house of godfather Pumpkin.

In the middle of the cloud was a carriage pulled by four horses. Strictly speaking, these were not exactly horses, but rather cucumbers, because in the country in question, all people and animals were akin to some kind of vegetables or fruits.

A fat man dressed all in green got out of the carriage, puffing and puffing. His red, plump, puffy cheeks seemed about to burst, like an overripe tomato.

This was the gentleman Pomodor, the manager and housekeeper of the wealthy landowners - Countess Cherry. Cipollino immediately realized that nothing good could be expected from this person if everyone ran away at her first appearance, and he himself considered it best to stay away.

At first, Cavalier Tomato did nothing bad to anyone. He just looked at his godfather Pumpkin. He looked long and intently, ominously shaking his head and not saying a word.

And poor godfather Pumpkin was glad at that moment to fall through the ground along with his tiny house. Sweat streamed from his forehead and into his mouth, but godfather Pumpkin did not even dare raise his hand to wipe his face, and obediently swallowed these salty and bitter drops.

Finally, he closed his eyes and began to think like this: “There is no Signor Tomato here anymore. I am sitting in my house and sailing like a sailor in a boat on the Pacific Ocean. The water around me is blue, blue, calm, calm... How softly it rocks my boat!..”

Of course, there was no trace of the sea around, but Pumpkin’s godfather’s house actually swayed to the right and then to the left. This happened because the gentleman Tomato grabbed the edge of the roof with both hands and began to shake the house with all his might. The roof was shaking, and neatly laid tiles were flying in all directions.

Godfather Pumpkin involuntarily opened his eyes when Signor Tomato let out such a menacing growl that the doors and windows in the neighboring houses closed even tighter, and the one who had locked the door with only one turn of the key hurried to turn the key in the keyhole one more time or two.

- The villain! - Signor Tomato shouted. - Robber! Thief! Rebel! Rebel! You built this palace on land that belongs to the Countesses of Cherries, and you are going to spend the rest of your days in idleness, violating the sacred rights of two poor elderly widows and orphans. Here I will show you!

“Your Grace,” godfather Pumpkin begged, “I assure you that I had permission to build a house!” Signor Count Cherry himself once gave it to me!

- Count Cherry died thirty years ago - peace be upon his ashes! - and now the land belongs to two well-lived countesses. So get out of here without any further discussion! The lawyer will explain the rest to you... Hey, Pea, where are you? Alive! * Signor Green Pea, the village lawyer, was obviously ready, because he immediately popped out from somewhere, like a pea from a pod. Every time Tomato came to the village, he called this efficient fellow to confirm his orders with the appropriate articles of the law.

“I am here, your honor, at your service...” muttered Signor Pea, bowing low and turning green with fear.

But he was so small and nimble that no one noticed his bow. Afraid of seeming insufficiently polite, Signor Pea jumped higher and kicked his legs in the air.

- Hey, what's your name, tell that slacker Pumpkin that, according to the laws of the kingdom, he must get out of here immediately. And announce to all the local residents that the countesses of Cherries intend to put the most evil dog in this kennel in order to guard the count's possessions from the boys, who for some time have begun to behave extremely disrespectfully.

“Yes, yes, really disrespectful... that is...” muttered Pea, turning even greener with fear. – That is, it’s not really respectful!

– What is there – “valid” or “invalid”! Are you a lawyer or not?

– Oh yes, your honor, a specialist in civil, criminal, and also canon law. Graduated from the University of Salamanca. With a diploma and title...

- Well, if you have a diploma and a title, then you will confirm that I am right. And then you can go home.

“Yes, yes, Signor Cavalier, as you wish!..” And Signor Lawyer, without forcing himself to ask twice, slipped away quickly and unnoticed, like a mouse’s tail.

- Well, did you hear what the lawyer said? - Tomato asked godfather Pumpkin.

- But he said absolutely nothing! – someone’s voice was heard.

- How? Do you still dare to argue with me, unfortunate one?

“Your Grace, I didn’t even open my mouth...” muttered godfather Pumpkin.

- And who, if not you? - And the gentleman Tomato looked around with a menacing look.

- Scammer! Trickster! – the same voice was heard again.

- Who is speaking? Who? Probably that old rebel, Master Grape! - Cavalier Tomato decided. He approached the shoemaker’s workshop and, hitting the door with his club, growled:

“I know very well, Master Grape, that in your workshop daring, rebellious speeches are often made against me and the noble countesses Cherry!” You have no respect for these elderly noble gentlemen - widows and orphans. But wait: your turn will come. Let's see who will laugh last!

– And even earlier your turn will come, Signor Tomato! Oh, you will burst soon, you will certainly burst!

These words were spoken by none other than Cipollino. With his hands in his pockets, he approached the formidable gentleman Tomato so calmly and confidently that it never occurred to him that this pathetic boy, this little tramp, had dared to tell him the truth.

-Where did you come from? Why not at work?

“I’m not working yet,” Cipollino answered. - I'm just learning.

– What are you studying? Where are your books?

“I'm studying scammers, your grace.” One of them is standing in front of me right now, and I will never miss the opportunity to study it properly.

- Oh, you study scammers? This is interesting. However, in this village everyone is a swindler. If you found a new one, show it to me.

“With pleasure, your honor,” Cipollino replied with a sly wink.

Here he stuck his hand deeper into his left pocket and pulled out a small mirror with which he usually let in sunbeams. Approaching very close to Signor Tomato, Cipollino turned the mirror in front of his nose:

- Here he is, this swindler, your honor. If you like, take a good look at him. Do you recognize?

Cavalier Tomato could not resist the temptation and looked in the mirror with one eye. It is not known what he hoped to see there, but, of course, he saw only his own face, red as fire, with angry little eyes and a wide mouth, like the slot of a piggy bank.

It was then that Signor Tomato finally realized that Cipollino was simply mocking him. Well, he got mad! Turning all red, he grabbed Cipollino’s hair with both hands.

- Oh oh oh! - Cipollino shouted, without losing his inherent gaiety. - Oh, how strong is this swindler whom you saw in my mirror! I assure you, he alone is worth a whole gang of robbers!

“I’ll show you, you rogue!” the gentleman Tomato shouted and pulled Cipollino’s hair so hard that one strand remained in his hands.

But then what was supposed to happen happened.

Having torn out a strand of onion hair from Cipollino, the formidable gentleman Tomato suddenly felt an acrid bitterness in his eyes and nose. He sneezed once or twice, and then tears flowed from his eyes like a fountain. Even like two fountains. Streams, streams, rivers of tears flowed down both his cheeks so abundantly that they flooded the entire street, as if a janitor with a hose had walked along it.

“This has never happened to me before!” - thought the frightened Signor Tomato.

In fact, he was such a heartless and cruel person (if you can call a tomato a person) that he never cried, and since he was also rich, he never had to peel an onion himself in his life. What happened to him frightened him so much that he jumped into the carriage, whipped the horses and rushed away. However, as he ran away, he turned around and shouted:

- Hey, Pumpkin, look, I warned you!.. And you, vile boy, ragamuffin, will pay me dearly for these tears!

Cipollino roared with laughter, and godfather Pumpkin just wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Doors and windows began to open little by little in all the houses except the house in which Signor Pea lived.

Master Grape opened his gate wide and ran out into the street, fiercely scratching the back of his head with an awl.

“I swear by all the trash in the world,” he exclaimed, “I finally found the boy who made Gentleman Tomato cry!.. Where did you come from, boy?

And Cipollino told Master Vinogradinka and his neighbors his story, which you already know.

In world fiction, there are many fairy tales for children that have their own authorship. Among them is this wonderful one, beloved by many children in Russia - about the mischievous and cheerful Chipollino, the onion boy. Along with other fairy-tale characters, his image forever won the attention and trust of the children as the embodiment of the romance of justice and strong friendship. And the fairy tale was so loved by children that it became a reference book for several generations of Russians and is still, along with such books as “The Adventure of Pinocchio” or “Little Red Riding Hood,” for example, included in the circle of active children’s reading.

Who wrote "Cipollino"

Despite the popularity of this work, some children do not know who the author of the fairy tale is, and some think that it is a folk tale. And there is a certain amount of truth in this. After all, it involves ingenuity and courage, kindness and naivety of the folk characters of Italy. But, despite some stylization, it has a specific authorship. Who wrote "Cipollino"? The author of this work is Gianni Rodari. The fate of the future writer and fighter for communist ideals was not easy.

The one who wrote the fairy tale "Cipollino"

Gianni was the son of a simple Italian baker. His father Giuseppe left the world when little Rodari was only ten years old. The writer spent his childhood in the village of Varesotto. It is known that from childhood the boy was fond of music (playing the violin) and reading books, grew up sickly and fell ill quite often. He studied at the seminary for three years and attended classes at the Faculty of Philology in Milan. Having studied, the one who wrote “Cipollino” became a teacher (at the age of 17 he began teaching in rural primary schools).

Participation in the anti-fascist resistance

During the war, Gianni is exempt from military service due to poor health. Having embraced the ideas of communism, he participated in the anti-fascist resistance and in 1944 joined the Italian Communist Party.

Post-war years

After World War II, Gianni Rodari worked as a columnist for Unita, the newspaper of the Italian communists. And in 1950 he was appointed editor of a children's magazine. In 1951 he published his first children's poetry collection, which was called “The Book of Fun Poems.” And then - his own fairy tale, known in the future.

Russian translation of the work

Now many people know who wrote “Cipollino”. But in 1953, when the fairy tale first appeared in the USSR in Potapova’s translation, few people had heard of the young Italian author. But the work immediately fell in love with both young readers and literary critics. Books with pictures are published in millions of copies. And at the Soyuzmultfilm studio in 1961 they shot a cartoon based on the work. In 1973 - the fairy tale film “Cipollino” (where the author played himself, a storyteller-inventor). The work became so popular that it was included in the school curriculum for Soviet schoolchildren. Gianni Rodari, the one who wrote "Cipollino", repeatedly comes to the USSR, where he is treated with love and respect.

World famous

In 1970, the children's writer entered the circle of the most read authors for children and received a very prestigious award named after another storyteller - Andersen. She brought him truly worldwide fame. And the cheerful and fair onion boy became one of the favorite heroes of children all over the planet. His books (not only “The Adventure of Cipollino”, but also children’s poems, stories and other works) are published in many languages of the world, and children always read them with great pleasure. In our country, Rodari’s poems saw the light of day in equally talented translations by Marshak, Akim, and Konstantinova.

Club of Merry Men

In the Soviet Union, the main character of the work of the same name became a member of the imaginary Club of Merry Men (established by the magazine “Funny Pictures”), which consists of the heroes of books, films, and cartoons beloved by children.

(Illustrations published by "Detgiz", 1960, artist E. Galeya)

History of creation

The Adventures of Cipollino was created by Gianni Rodari in 1951. The fairy tale became very popular among Soviet readers, who became acquainted with it in 1953, when the Russian translation of the work was published. They say that the work of the Italian communist writer gained fame in the USSR thanks to the efforts of Samuel Marshak, who patronized Gianni Rodari in every possible way. After all, it is he who owns the translations of Rodari’s poems. So in this case: “The Adventures of Cipollino” was published in Russian under the editorship of the same Marshak.

In the 50s of the 20th century in the USSR, the magazine “Funny Pictures” was popular among children and adults. Its main characters were Dunno, Pinocchio and other heroes of Soviet fairy tales known at that time. Soon Cipollino successfully “joined” their ranks. And five years later, a cartoon of the same name was released, which has not lost its relevance today. The images of the characters were successfully played out by director Boris Dezhkin.

In 1973, a screen version of the film “The Adventures of Cipollino” appeared. Gianni Rodari also found a role here: himself, a writer and storyteller. By the way, for many decades the fairy tale was included in the compulsory study program for schoolchildren.

Description of the work. Main characters

The direction of the work is a social fairy tale, which raises a number of problems. Consists of 29 chapters, an epilogue and “Songs” of the heroes.

Main plot

Cipollino, the key character of the work, angered the formidable Senor Tomato. The boy's father accidentally steps on Mr. Lemon's foot. And then he goes to prison. Cipollino faces a task: to help out his father. Friends come to his aid.

At the same time, new problems are brewing in the town: Senor Tomato decides to destroy Pumpkin’s house, which, as it turns out, was built on the master’s territory. Cipollino and his friends help the residents overcome the arrogant Countesses Cherries, the evil Mr. Lemon and the nasty Senor Tomato.

Psychological characteristics of the main characters, personality, character, their place in the work

The following characters are featured in “The Adventures of Cipollino”:

Cipollino— onion boy. Brave, kind, charismatic.
Cipollone- Father Cipollino. Arrested: he made an “attempt” on the ruler of the country, Prince Lemon, by stepping on his toes.
Prince Lemon- the evil ruler of the “fruit and vegetable” country.
Countesses Cherries- nasty aunties, mistresses of the village where Cipollino’s friends live.
Senor Tomato- Cipollino's enemy. In the fairy tale, this is the countess's housekeeper, Cherry.
Count Cherry- nephew of the Countess Cherry, who supports Cipollino.
Strawberry- a servant in the house of countesses Vishenok, a friend of Cipollino.
Pumpkin- an old man living in a tiny house. Cipollino's friend.

There are also many other heroes in the fairy tale: girlfriend Radish, lawyer Pea, violinist Professor Pear, gardener Onion Leek, rag picker Bean, glutton Baron Orange, blackmailer Duke Mandarin, zoo inhabitants and villagers.

Analysis of the work

“The Adventures of Cipollino” is an allegory tale in which the author tried to show social injustice. In the images of Countess Cherry, Senor Tomato, and Prince Lemon, the Italian large landowners are ridiculed, and under the images of Cipollino and his friends the common people are shown.

Cipollino himself is the embodiment of a leader whom others can follow. With the support of friends and like-minded people, it becomes possible to change the existing order, which does not suit the population. Even among the opposite camp, you can find friends who support the self-respect and interests of ordinary people. In the work, Cherry is depicted as such a hero - a representative of the rich who supports the common people.

“The Adventures of Cipollino” is a fairy tale not only for children. Most likely even for teenagers and adults. She teaches: you cannot tolerate injustice and believe fabulous promises. Even in modern society there is a division into social strata. But humanity, mutual assistance, justice, goodness, the ability to get out of any situation with dignity - exists outside of time.

Rodari Gianni

The Adventures of Cipollino

Gianni Rodari

The Adventures of Cipollino

CHAPTER FIRST,

in which Cipollone crushes Prince Lemon's leg

What can you do: where there are onions, there are tears.

Cipollone, his wife and sons lived in a wooden shack slightly larger than a garden seedling box. If rich people happened to find themselves in these places, they wrinkled their noses with displeasure and grumbled: “Ugh, he’s carrying onions!” - and ordered the coachman to go faster.

One day, the ruler of the country himself, Prince Lemon, was going to visit the poor outskirts. The courtiers were terribly worried whether the onion smell would hit His Highness's nose.

What will the prince say when he smells this poverty?

You can spray the poor with perfume! - suggested the Senior Chamberlain.

It was the ruler himself who arrived on the outskirts with his retinue of Limonov, Limonishek and Limonchikov. Prince Lemon was dressed all in yellow from head to toe, and a golden bell jingled on his yellow cap. The court Lemons had silver bells, while the Limon soldiers had bronze bells. All these bells rang incessantly, so that the result was magnificent music. The whole street came running to listen to her. The people decided that a traveling orchestra had arrived.

Cipollone and Cipollino were in the front row. They both received a lot of pushes and kicks from those who were pressing from behind. Finally, poor old Cipollone could not stand it and shouted:

Back! Siege back!..

Prince Lemon became wary. What is it?

He approached Cipollone, stepping majestically with his short, crooked legs, and looked sternly at the old man:

Why are you shouting “back”? My loyal subjects are so eager to see me that they are rushing forward, and you don’t like it, do you?

Your Highness,” the Senior Chamberlain whispered in the prince’s ear, “it seems to me that this man is a dangerous rebel.” He needs to be taken under special supervision.

Immediately one of the Limonchik soldiers pointed a telescope at Cipollone, which was used to observe troublemakers. Every Lemonchik had such a pipe.

Cipollone turned green with fear.

Your Highness,” he muttered, “but they’ll push me in!”

And they will do great,” Prince Lemon thundered. - Serves you right!

Here the Senior Chamberlain addressed the crowd with a speech.

“Our beloved subjects,” he said, “His Highness thanks you for the expression of devotion and for the zealous kicks with which you treat each other. Push harder, push with all your might!

But they’ll knock you off your feet, too,” Cipollino tried to object.

But now another Lemonchik pointed a telescope at the boy, and Cipollino considered it best to hide in the crowd.

Cipollino, Cipollino, son! - the poor old man called, looking around in confusion, as the soldiers took him away.

It’s good that he was caught in time, the idle talkers said. - Just think, he wanted to stab His Highness with a dagger!

Nothing like that: the villain has a machine gun in his pocket!

Machine gun? In the pocket? This cannot be!

Can't you hear the shooting?

Cipollino wanted to shout to all these people that in his father’s pocket there was not a machine gun, but only a small cigar butt, but, after thinking, he decided that you still couldn’t argue with the talkers, and wisely remained silent.

Poor Cipollino! It suddenly seemed to him that he began to see poorly, this is because huge tears welled up in his eyes.

Get back, stupid! - Cipollino shouted at her and clenched his teeth so as not to burst into tears.

The tear got scared, backed away and never showed up again.

In short, old Cipollone was sentenced to imprisonment not only for life, but also for many, many years after death, because Prince Lemon's prisons also had cemeteries.

Cipollino secured a meeting with the old man and hugged him tightly:

My poor father! You were put in jail like a criminal, along with thieves and bandits!..

“What are you saying, son,” his father interrupted him affectionately, “but the prison is full of honest people!”

Why are they in prison? What bad did they do?

Absolutely nothing, son. That's why they were jailed. Prince Lemon doesn't like decent people.

Cipollino thought about it.

So, going to prison is a great honor? - he asked.

It turns out that it is so. Prisons are built for those who steal and kill, but for Prince Lemon it’s the other way around: the thieves and murderers are in his palace, and honest citizens are in prison.

“I also want to be an honest citizen,” said Cipollino, “but I just don’t want to go to prison.” Just be patient, I'll come back here and free you all!

Aren't you relying on yourself too much? - the old man smiled. - This is not an easy task!

But you'll see. I will achieve my goal.

Then some Limonilka from the guard appeared and announced that the meeting was over.

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Adventures of Cipollino:CHAPTER 1: In which Cipollone crushed Prince Lemon's leg

Cipollino was the son of Cipollone. And he had seven brothers: Cipolletto, Cipollotto, Cipolloccia, Cipolluccia and so on - the most suitable names for an honest onion family. They were good people, I must say frankly, but they were just unlucky in life.
What can you do: where there are onions, there are tears.
Cipollone, his wife and sons lived in a wooden shack slightly larger than a garden seedling box. If rich people happened to find themselves in these places, they wrinkled their noses with displeasure and grumbled: “Ugh, that sounds like a bow!” - and ordered the coachman to go faster.
One day, the ruler of the country himself, Prince Lemon, was going to visit the poor outskirts. The courtiers were terribly worried whether the onion smell would hit His Highness's nose.
- What will the prince say when he smells this smell of poverty?
- You can spray the poor with perfume! - suggested the Senior Chamberlain.
A dozen Lemon soldiers were immediately sent to the outskirts to perfume those who smelled of onions. This time the soldiers left their sabers and cannons in the barracks and shouldered huge cans of sprayers. The cans contained: floral cologne, violet essence and even the best rose water.
The commander ordered Cipollone, his sons and all his relatives to leave the houses. The soldiers lined them up and sprayed them thoroughly from head to toe with cologne. This fragrant rain gave Cipollino, out of habit, a severe runny nose. He began to sneeze loudly and did not hear the drawn-out sound of a trumpet coming from afar.
It was the ruler himself who arrived on the outskirts with his retinue of Limonov, Limonishek and Limonchikov. Prince Lemon was dressed all in yellow from head to toe, and a golden bell jingled on his yellow cap. The court Lemons had silver bells, while the Limon soldiers had bronze bells. All these bells rang incessantly, so that the result was magnificent music. The whole street came running to listen to her. The people decided that a traveling orchestra had arrived.
Cipollone and Cipollino were in the front row. They both received a lot of pushes and kicks from those who were pressing from behind. Finally, poor old Cipollone could not stand it and shouted:
- Back! Siege back!..
Prince Lemon became wary. What is it?
He approached Cipollone, stepping majestically with his short, crooked legs, and looked sternly at the old man:
- Why are you shouting “back”? My loyal subjects are so eager to see me that they are rushing forward, and you don’t like it, do you?
“Your Highness,” the Senior Chamberlain whispered in the prince’s ear, “it seems to me that this man is a dangerous rebel.” He needs to be taken under special supervision.
Immediately one of the Limonchik soldiers pointed a telescope at Cipollone, which was used to observe troublemakers. Every Lemonchik had such a pipe.
Cipollone turned green with fear.
“Your Highness,” he muttered, “but they’ll push me in!”
“And they will do great,” thundered Prince Lemon. - Serves you right!
Here the Senior Chamberlain addressed the crowd with a speech.
“Our beloved subjects,” he said, “His Highness thanks you for the expression of devotion and for the diligent kicks with which you treat each other.” Push harder, push with all your might!
“But they’ll knock you off your feet, too,” Cipollino tried to object.
But now another Lemonchik pointed a telescope at the boy, and Cipollino considered it best to hide in the crowd.
At first, the back rows did not press too hard on the front rows. But the Senior Chamberlain looked so fiercely at the careless people that in the end the crowd became agitated, like water in a tub. Unable to withstand the pressure, old Cipollone spun head over heels and accidentally stepped on the foot of Prince Lemon himself. His Highness, who had significant calluses on his feet, immediately saw all the stars of heaven without the help of the court astronomer. Ten Lemon soldiers rushed from all sides at the unfortunate Cipollone and handcuffed him.
- Cipollino, Cipollino, son! - the poor old man called, looking around in confusion, as the soldiers took him away.
Cipollino at that moment was very far from the scene of the incident and did not suspect anything, but the onlookers scurrying around already knew everything and, as happens in such cases, they knew even more than what actually happened.
“It’s good that he was caught in time,” said idle talkers. - Just think, he wanted to stab His Highness with a dagger!
- Nothing of the kind: the villain has a machine gun in his pocket!
- Machine gun? In the pocket? This cannot be!
- Don’t you hear the shooting?
In fact, it was not shooting at all, but the crackling of festive fireworks arranged in honor of Prince Lemon. But the crowd was so frightened that they shied away from the Lemon soldiers in all directions.
Cipollino wanted to shout to all these people that his father did not have a machine gun in his pocket, but only a small cigar butt, but, after thinking, he decided that you still couldn’t argue with the talkers, and wisely remained silent.
Poor Cipollino! It suddenly seemed to him that he began to see poorly - this is because huge tears welled up in his eyes.
- Get back, stupid! - Cipollino shouted at her and clenched his teeth so as not to roar.
The tear got scared, backed away and never showed up again.
* * *
In short, old Cipollone was sentenced to imprisonment not only for life, but also for many, many years after death, because Prince Lemon's prisons also had cemeteries.
Cipollino secured a meeting with the old man and hugged him tightly:
- My poor father! You were put in jail like a criminal, along with thieves and bandits!..
“What are you saying, son,” his father interrupted him affectionately, “but the prison is full of honest people!”
- Why are they imprisoned? What bad did they do?
- Absolutely nothing, son. That's why they were jailed. Prince Lemon doesn't like decent people.
Cipollino thought about it.
- So, going to prison is a great honor? - he asked.
- It turns out that it is so. Prisons are built for those who steal and kill, but for Prince Lemon it’s the other way around: the thieves and murderers are in his palace, and honest citizens are in prison.
“I also want to be an honest citizen,” said Cipollino, “but I just don’t want to go to prison.” Just be patient, I'll come back here and free you all!
- Aren't you relying on yourself too much? - the old man smiled. - This is not an easy task!
- But you'll see. I will achieve my goal.
Then some Limonishka from the guard appeared and announced that the meeting was over.
“Cipollino,” the father said in parting, “now you are already big and can think about yourself.” Uncle Chipolla will take care of your mother and brothers, and you go to wander around the world, learn some wisdom.
- How can I study? I don’t have books, and I don’t have money to buy them.
- It doesn’t matter, life will teach you. Just keep your eyes open - try to see through all sorts of rogues and swindlers, especially those who have power.
- And then? What should I do then?
- You will understand when the time comes.
“Well, let’s go, let’s go,” Limonishka shouted, “enough chatting!” And you, ragamuffin, stay away from here if you don’t want to go to jail yourself.
Cipollino would have responded to Limonishka with a mocking song, but he thought that it was not worth going to jail until you had time to properly get down to business.
He kissed his father deeply and ran away.
The next day he entrusted his mother and seven brothers to the care of his good uncle Cipolla, who was a little more fortunate in life than the rest of his relatives - he served somewhere as a gatekeeper.
Having said goodbye to his uncle, mother and brothers, Cipollino tied his things in a bundle and, attaching it to a stick, set off on his way. He went wherever his eyes led him and must have chosen the right road.
A few hours later he reached a small village - so small that no one even bothered to write its name on the pillar or on the first house. And this house was, strictly speaking, not a house, but some kind of tiny kennel, which was only suitable for a dachshund. An old man with a reddish beard sat at the window; he looked sadly at the street and seemed to be very preoccupied with something.