The one on the left, who looked like a monk in a hood, because from under the bands which bound his head a long shaggy beard was sticking out, cried in annoyance:
"Heh! What is it, a locomotive? You are making as much noise as an enemy's cannon."
"Be quiet, be quiet!"
"Bersaglierino, have you seen what they did to me? They've carried off one of my legs without asking my permission."
"And they took off one of my arms, and they've made a hole in my head and cut open my stomach."
"But what kind of dirty tricks are these? I want my leg.... I want my leg!"
"If it were still on you it would be all swollen and black. Be silent, shut up, and thank God that they haven't taken the other one. Because Major Cutemup is here, and when he begins to amputate it is hard to get him to stop. Imagine, they wanted to cut off my nose."
"I want my leg!"
"Be good."
"Fatina, I beg you, make them make me another one. Write to Geppetto to make me another one, even of wood, but I want to be able to walk and run. I want to go back to the war, I do!"