Author of quotes: Gianni Rodari. Page 1

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...

First, everything on Earth was wrong to inhabit it was not so easy. No bridges to go through rivers, no trails to climb the mountains. You wanted to sit? But there was not even a hint of a bench. You fall from exhaustion, and you couldn't keep my eyes? But in all the Land there was not a single bed. You knocked the legs? But what can you do? Had neither shoes nor boots. If you're not seen, neither for the world would not find points. I wanted you to play football? Pipes! Around the globe - a single ball. There was no pans, no fire to cook the pasta. Even if a good deal, and the pasta was not. In short, absolutely nothing happened. Zero minus zero, and nothing more. Were only people, and everyone has two hands that loved to work and were able to fix everything that was wrong. And yet the Earth is still very much wrong. And all need to be corrected. So saucily sleeves and get to work. Work at all enough.

Napuska is the same gun, on the contrary. And it serves to destroy the war.
And how does it work?
Yes very simple. With her and the child are managed. If, say, somewhere the war broke out, we send a signal from netreby, roll Nelusko, press nestrasil and war as usual.

What is the point in crying if nobody sees?

...no happier than the man who can at least donate something to the child.

...that's what happened to the Old Adage that want Apple. She sat under the Apple tree and mumbles to himself:
- Do not shake the Apple, as long as green: Mature - itself will fall.
And what do you think, really down. Only when? When is rotten.

- 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.

And once a market day appeared on the market people who were selling some absolutely extraordinary things: the Mont Blanc, in the Alps, Indian ocean, Lunar sea... the Language this man was so well hung that in an hour he has only one city - Stockholm. This city was bought by the Barber. <...> And yet he was wrong, the hairdresser. He paid too much for him - overpaid! He was unaware it was that every child who is born belongs to the whole world, and he did not have to pay for it - not a single Soldo!

... there are treasures that are only revealed to those who first pads to them the hard way.
(... some treasures only revealed to those people who first pass through the untrodden ways.)