Book: The Adventures Of Cipollino

I Signor Tomato.
I red a lush.
And are I have long been a
The landowners of Cherries.
Every year I residents
The beet salad
Of beans and cucumbers
Require rent.
Go to pumpkins-the poor
And the rich melon,
The first penny I take myself
Taking the two countesses.
Every hour I grow,
Suffused with juice
Because on the post
Are high!
I am a well groomed tomato
With skin of satin,
And join with me in the dispute
Vegetables are dangerous!

The Countess the Countess the Eldest and Youngest of the old-fashioned kind of Cherries, argue that as owners of the air in his estate, they should also be recognized and shared with all of the precipitation throughout the year. Therefore, they ask the court to confirm that each villager is liable to pay them rent in the sum of one hundred lyres for a simple rain, two hundred lire for a downpour with thunder and lightning, three hundred lire for the snow and four hundred lire per deg. The court decided: to admit the Countess have the right to charge a rental fee for the rain, snow, hail and all other weather, sent by the sky. Therefore, the court establishes the following: every resident of the village, owned by the countesses Cherries, responsible to contribute for the weather cost twice the amount requested by countesses.

At the last meeting, the Tribunal decided that not only the earth but also the air in the village is the property of countesses Cherries, and so everyone who breathes should pay money for the lease of air. Once a month the knight of the Tomato bypassed rural houses and forced the peasants to breathe deeply in their presence. In turn he measured their volume of breast after inhalation and exhalation, were then calculated and established the amount due from each consumer of air.

She loved to be treated, and it was worth it to hear the name of some new disease, as she now found her. After all, the Countess was so rich that the cost of doctors and medication it didn't frighten.

Nothing hurts the patient:
The pulse is fine and heart is fine,
Not sick his spleen...
Loneliness is killing the baby!

Villain! Thief! Thief! Rebel! Rebel! You built this Palace on the land that belongs to countesses Cherries. Out of my house without a word! Else to you explain the lawyer...

- Oh my father! Your sentence in jail, as a criminal, with thieves and bandits!..
- What, son, - gently interrupted his father, ' but the prison is full of honest people!
- And what do they sit? What did they do wrong?
- Nothing, son. For that is what they planted. Prince Lemon decent people not liking.
Means of going to jail is a privilege? he asked.
- So it appears. Prisons are built for those who steals and kills, but the Prince Lemon on the contrary, thieves and murderers in the Palace, and sit in jail honest citizens.

Sleeping is the only time to lose: because when I sleep I can't eat!

When you have a big mountain, small troubles will not notice.

Prince held a great festival.
- My subjects are necessary activities, thought Prince Lemon, then they have no time to think about their problems and needs.

- Save me, o God, from friends, from enemies I will somehow rid himself!
Prince Lemon was, in fact, right. Friends among princes are always more dangerous than enemies...