An orphan called champignons, slow and dreamy, was required by everyone for a fool.
champignon begged from door to door and was warmly embraced by housewives and maids, because they cut wood, drink from the wells, and those it makes up a bowl of soup.
champignon But when he completed eighteen years, the neighborhood began to receive less good and to reproach her idle wanderings.
So much so that he decided to leave the country and place for the world at random.
went to greet his foster-sister, cyclamen, and said this:
- I want to give a small thing, to my recollection. I'm not rich and I can not do much. Add to your burden a worn shirt of my great-grandmother, who was necromancer.
champignon could not hide a smile of disappointment.
- Do not despise my gift, or meadow mushrooms. You will be most helpful if you do not think. Simply lay the shirt down and control what you want: and what you want will be done.
champignon took the gift, hugged her sister, and left. Towards evening she felt hungry and being without supplies and without money, he began to worry, because he had little faith in the miraculous painting.
He wanted to prove, however, lay in the ground and muttered
- Shirt of the great-grandmother, I would like a roast chicken! And here
draw itself little by little the shadow of a chicken, at first slight and transparent, then more dense concrete, solid like a chicken and golden nature. It smells delicious spread around.
champignon dared not touch it, fearing witchcraft. Then he bent down, fingered him, he tore a wing, took it to his mouth.
was an authentic and delicious chicken. Then ordered a cake with raisins, a bowl of peaches and a bottle of Cyprus. And all they drew
slight, was crystallized slowly on his shirt miraculous.
champignon ate quiet, sitting on the grass when he saw a beggar on the road staring at him dumb and appealing.
- Can I offer you, comrade?
The old man did not pray and shared the feast with him.
But when he saw the appearance of the wonderful courses, asked the boy to give him the magical canvas.
- I'll give this stick in my hand.
- And what do they want?
- If you only knew the power of my stick, accept with joy. It contains thousands of small cells and each cell contains an armed knight and a horse caparisoned at all points. Whenever you need help you just have control, " Out of the army. "
champignon had always dreamed of being general and could not resist the temptation to accept the change and went away. But after a few hours had already repented.
- I'm hungry and I do not have my shirt! What benefit can an 'armed when the stomach is empty?
The growing appetite for distraction, and he pointed his stick in the ground and commanded
- Out of the army!
And here's a rustle from within, then open up in many small wooden windows and each window come out a tiny little thing like a bee, and then grow in a few seconds, grow, forming around a wall of prancing horses and knights armed.
champignon looked dreamy.
- What commanded, sir?
He had an idea.
- What I have given the shirt of the great-grandmother!
Army departed gallop, disappeared on the horizon, and soon she was back with the miraculous painting.
- The army returns to barracks! ...
champignon pointed his stick in the ground. Horses and riders began to shrink, in seconds returned as tiny bees, are covered by cells that are locked on the wood without leaving a trace.
champignons was happy. Camera
the street and came to a mill.
The miller was on the doorstep and played flute: his wife and nine children were dancing around.
champignon felt that approaching the irresistible desire to wage a growing legs, and then was forced by a force ignored dancing with other dancers.
felt while the wife of the miller who danced furiously shouted to her husband
- Enough! Enough! Heartless man! Give us bread, rather than forcing us to dance! Then turning to
champignon dancing with them
- You see? This rascal of a husband, when you please feed us, takes its damn flute and forces us to dance!
the miller, when he liked, he stopped playing and his wife, children, mushrooms fell exhausted from the dizzying whirl.
champignons, regained her strength, lay the shirt's great-grandmother, and commanded a magnificent lunch. He invited the miller and his family terrified to share a meal. Those did not pray, and the fruit came to the miller said
- Cedima his shirt and I will do my flute.
champignon accept change, already sure of what he had to do a little later. Come, in fact, ten miles from the town, sent a thousand horsemen who brought the canvas.
- And now I am here the owner of the shirt, the stick, the magic flute ... I can not ask for more.
arrived in the evening in the city and saw a big ad bright colors.
is granted the hand of the king's daughter who knew how to cure her of her incurable melancholy.
champignon came immediately to the palace.
The King gave the evening a Gala dinner to the ambassadors of the great sultan, but, having heard the proffer of the unknown, made him go instantly.
champignon entered the huge room, and was dazzled by the glitter of gold and gems.
sat at table more than five hundred people, headed by the King, Queen and Princess, beautiful and thoughtful, pale as a lily.
champignon made to tie the legs of a servant princess without the diners if fully realize then took refuge in a corner and began the first notes.
And here is a sudden stir among the guests, a quivering of the legs and knees ... Then everyone gets up suddenly, pushing the chairs, they begin to dance looking at each other, frightened.
princes, barons, ambassadors bellied, fat and baronesses venerable servants and bearers, and even the hounds, peacocks, pheasants stuffed in golden plates, all arose and began to dance the dance irresistible.
- Enough! Enough! For pity's sake! - Shouted the oldest and most fertile.
- Next! Go straight! - Said the younger, holding hands.
Princess, tied to his chair, also tried to get up and looked at the other, and laughed joyously. When
pleased champignons, the sound stopped and five hundred dancers fell exhausted on chairs and carpets, the ladies without shoes and without a wig. The Princess laughed when he could talk for an hour and said to the king
- My Father, he has healed me and I am his wife.
The King agreed, but hesitated champignons.
- I left my sister to the country's milk, as beautiful as the sun and to whom I owe my fortune, I would let you know.
- Schedule, then, and bring it with us - said the guests.
The thousand horsemen appeared, occupying the huge room, the dismay of all.
- I take scope Cyclamen, my little sister.
And the army crossed the palace, halls, staircases, with a great roar. Shortly after she was back with his sister cyclamen. The girl was found so beautiful, that an ambassador fell in love instantly.
And in one day was celebrated the double wedding
Guido Gozzano
