Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
i
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodkroz
throughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomei
andinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousi
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
i
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsthansvih
allotherhumancreations.Yetthe
stara
oldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,može
maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;for
na
thetimehascomeforje
aseriesofnewer“wondertales”inkoje
whichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfi
andfairyareeliminated,togethersa
withallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointje
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodern
dijete
childseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesi
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Havingthisthoughtin
umu
mind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasedjecu
childrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,in
kojoj
whichthewondermentandjoyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
s
withUncleHenry,whowasje
afarmer,andAuntEm,koji
whowasthefarmer’swife.Their
kuća
housewassmall,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmnogo
manymiles.Therewerefourwalls,
je
afloorandaroof,što
whichmadeoneroom;andthis
sobi
roomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,je
acupboardforthedishes,je
atable,threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.Ujak
UncleHenryandAuntEmhadaveliki
bigbedinonecorner,andDorothyamali
littlebedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,andnocellar—excepta
male
smallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wheretheobitelj
familycouldgoincasejedan
oneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightydovoljno
enoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.Itwasreachedby
je
atrapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhichje
aladderleddownintothesmall,darkhole.Kad
WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayi
andlookedaround,shecouldvidjeti
seenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.Not
je
atreenorahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrykoja
thatreachedtotheedgeoftheskyinsvim
alldirections.Thesunhadbakedtheplowedlandinto
je
agraymass,withlittlecracksrunningkroz
throughit.Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongblades
dok
untiltheywerethesamegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Oncethe
kuća
househadbeenpainted,butthesunblisteredthepaintandtherainswasheditaway,andsada
nowthehousewasasdullandgrayassve
everythingelse.WhenAuntEmcame
tamo
theretoliveshewasje
ayoung,prettywife.Thesun
i
andwindhadchangedher,također
too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
i
andleftthemasobergray;theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeks
i
andlips,andtheyweregraytakođer
also.Shewasthinandgaunt,
i
andneversmilednow.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
prvi
firstcametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbyna
thechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreami
andpressherhanduponhersrce
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;i
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirls
withwonderthatshecouldnaći
findanythingtolaughat.Ujak
UncleHenryneverlaughed.Heworkedhardfrom
jutra
morningtillnightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.Hewasgray
također
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,i
andhelookedsternandsolemn,i
andrarelyspoke.ItwasTotothatmadeDorothylaugh,
i
andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasherothersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewas
je
alittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairi
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenose.Totoplayedall
dan
daylong,andDorothyplayeds
withhim,andlovedhimdearly.Danas
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.Ujak
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepi
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,koje
whichwasevengrayerthanusual.Dorothystoodinthe
vratima
doorwithTotoinherarms,i
andlookedattheskytakođer
too.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthe
dalekog
farnorththeyheardalowwailofthewind,andUjak
UncleHenryandDorothycouldvidjeti
seewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesprije
beforethecomingstorm.Therenowcame
je
asharpwhistlinginthezraku
airfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyeskoji
thatwaytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromkoji
thatdirectionalso.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’s
je
acyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohisženu
wife.“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecows
i
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedher
posao
workandcametothevrata
door.Oneglancetoldherofthedanger
blizu
closeathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarmsandhid
ispod
underthebed,andthedjevojka
girlstartedtogethim.AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopen
na
thetrapdoorinthefloori
andclimbeddowntheladderintona
thesmall,darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
i
andstartedtofollowheraunt.Kad
Whenshewashalfwayacrossna
theroomtherecameaveliki
greatshriekfromthewind,andna
thehouseshooksohardda
thatshelostherfootingandsatdownsuddenlyuponna
thefloor.Thenastrange
stvar
thinghappened.Thehousewhirled
oko
aroundtwoorthreetimesi
androseslowlythroughthezrak
air.Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
Thenorth
i
andsouthwindsmetwherethekuća
housestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthemiddleofacyclonethe
zrak
airisgenerallystill,buttheveliki
greatpressureofthewindonsvake
everysideofthehouseraisedituphigheri
andhigher,untilitwasattheveryvrhu
topofthecyclone;and
tamo
thereitremainedandwascarriedmilesi
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldcarryje
afeather.Itwasverydark,
a
andthewindhowledhorriblyoko
aroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquiteeasily.Nakon
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,i
andoneothertimewhenthekuća
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeje
ababyinacradle.Totodidnotlike
to
it.Heranabouttheroom,
sada
nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;ali
butDorothysatquitestillonthefloori
andwaitedtoseewhatwoulddogoditi
happen.OnceTotogottooneartheopentrap
vratima
door,andfellin;andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlost
ga
him.Butsoonshesaw
jedno
oneofhisearsstickinggore
upthroughthehole,forthestrongpressureofthezraka
airwaskeepinghimupsoda
thathecouldnotfall.Shecrepttothehole,caughtTotobytheear,anddraggedhimintothe
sobu
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapvrata
doorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Sat
Hourafterhourpassedaway,i
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;ali
butshefeltquitelonely,a
andthewindshriekedsoloudlyalloko
aboutherthatshenearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
kad
whenthehousefellagain;ali
butasthehourspassedi
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingi
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyi
andseewhatthefuturewoulddonijeti
bring.Atlastshecrawled
preko
overtheswayingfloortoherbed,i
andlaydownuponit;i
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.ChapterIITheCouncil
s
withtheMunchkinsShewasawakenedby
je
ashock,sosuddenandsevereda
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftkrevetu
bedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,thejarmadeher
uhvatiti
catchherbreathandwonderwhathadhappened;i
andTotoputhiscoldlittlenoseintoherlice
faceandwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
i
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthewindow,floodingthe
malu
littleroom.Shesprangfromherbed
i
andwithTotoatherheelsrani
andopenedthedoor.Thelittlegirlgave
je
acryofamazementandlookedoko
abouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
kuću
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofje
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardall
oko
about,withstatelytreesbearingrichi
andlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,andbirds
s
withrareandbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesandbushes.Je
Alittlewayoffwasje
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongizmeđu
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinje
avoiceverygratefultoje
alittlegirlwhohadlivedsodugo
longonthedry,grayprairies.Dok
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangei
andbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardherje
agroupofthequeerestljudi
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotas
veliki
bigasthegrownfolkshehaduvijek
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
vrlo
verysmall.Infact,theyseemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowas
je
awell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,mnogo
manyyearsolder.Threeweremen
i
andoneawoman,andsvi
allwereoddlydressed.Theyworeroundhats
koji
thatrosetoasmalltočke
pointafootabovetheirheads,s
withlittlebellsaroundthebrimskoji
thattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
the
male
littlewoman’shatwaswhite,a
andsheworeawhitegownkoja
thathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkled
male
littlestarsthatglistenedinna
thesunlikediamonds.Themenweredressedinblue,ofthe
iste
sameshadeastheirhats,i
andworewell-polishedbootswithadeeprollofblueatthetops.Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldas
Ujaka
UncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.Ali
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmnogo
mucholder.Herfacewascoveredwithwrinkles,her
kosa
hairwasnearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.Kad
Whenthesepeopledrewnearna
thehousewhereDorothywasstandinginna
thedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.Ali
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madeje
alowbowandsaid,inje
asweetvoice:.“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast,
i
andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothylistenedto
ovaj
thisspeechwithwonder.Whatcouldthe
mala
littlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherje
asorceress,andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedby
je
acyclonemanymilesfromkuće
home;andshehadneverkilled
ništa
anythinginallherlife.Ali
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;soDorothysaid,
s
withhesitation,“Youareveryljubazni
kind,buttheremustbesomemistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
kuća
housedid,anyway,”repliedthemala
littleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andto
thatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingto
na
thecornerofthehouse.“Therearehertwofeet,stillstickingoutfrom
ispod
underablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
i
andgavealittlecryoffright.Tamo
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthekuća
houserestedon,twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoessa
withpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
zajedno
togetherindismay.“Thehousemusthavefallenon
joj
her.Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthe
mala
littlewomancalmly.“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”answeredthe
mala
littlewoman.“Shehasheld
sve
alltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernoć
nightandday.Nowtheyare
svi
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforna
thefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyare
na
thepeoplewholiveinthislandofna
theEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
ali
butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.Kad
WhentheysawtheWitchoftheEastwasmrtva
deadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertomi
me,andIcameatonce.IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthe
mala
littlewoman.“ButIama
dobra
goodwitch,andthepeoplevole
loveme.IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwaswhoruled
ovdje
here,orIshouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”“ButIthought
sve
allwitcheswerewicked,”saidthedjevojka
girl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingje
arealwitch.“Oh,no,
to
thatisagreatmistake.Therewere
samo
onlyfourwitchesinallna
theLandofOz,anddvije
twoofthem,thosewhožive
liveintheNorthandna
theSouth,aregoodwitches.I
znam
knowthisistrue,forIamjedan
oneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.Oni
ThosewhodweltintheEasti
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;ali
butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofnjih
them,thereisbutoneWickedWitchinallna
theLandofOz—theonewholivesinna
theWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,
nakon
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmeda
thatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquiredthe
mala
littleoldwoman.“SheismyauntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”
Na
TheWitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkforavrijeme
time,withherheadbowedi
andhereyesupontheground.Thenshelookedup
i
andsaid,“Idonotznam
knowwhereKansasis,forIhavenikada
neverheardthatcountrymentionedprije
before.Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
vjerujem
believetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.Ali
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.Thereforewestillhavewitches
i
andwizardsamongstus.”“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfisthe
Veliki
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.“Heismorepowerfulthan
svih
alltherestofuszajedno
together.Helivesinthe
Gradu
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywasgoingto
postaviti
askanotherquestion,butjustthenna
theMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gaveje
aloudshoutandpointedtona
thecornerofthehousewherena
theWickedWitchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
askedthe
mala
littleoldwoman,andlooked,i
andbegantolaugh.Thefeetofthe
mrtve
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,i
andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explained
na
theWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyinna
thesun.Thatistheendofher.Ali
Butthesilvershoesaretvoje
yours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddownandpickeduptheshoes,and
nakon
aftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchof
na
theEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”saidjedan
oneoftheMunchkins,“andpostoji
thereissomecharmconnecteds
withthem;butwhatitiswe
nikada
neverknew.”Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothe
kuću
houseandplacedthemonthetable.Thenshecameout
opet
againtotheMunchkinsandsaid:.“Iamanxioustoget
vratiti
backtomyauntanduncle,forIamsuretheyće
willworryaboutme.Canyou
pomoći
helpmefindmyway?”TheMunchkinsandtheWitch
prvo
firstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“AttheEast,notfarfromhere,”said
jedan
one,“thereisagreatdesert,i
andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”said
drugi
another,“forIhavebeentamo
thereandseenit.TheSouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”saidthethird
čovjek
man,“thatitistheisto
sameattheWest.And
koja
thatcountry,wheretheWinkiesžive
live,isruledbytheWickedWitchoftheWest,whowouldmakeyouherslaveako
ifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”saidthe
stara
oldlady,“andatitsedgeistheista
samegreatdesertthatsurroundsovu
thisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydraga
dear,youwillhavetoživjeti
livewithus.”Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamong
svim
allthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
i
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthe
male
littleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapi
andbalancedthepointonthekraju
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,dva
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedto
je
aslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Grad
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittle
stara
oldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,i
andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”answeredthe
dijete
child,lookingupanddryinghertears.“Thenyoumust
ići
gototheCityofEmeralds.Možda
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”“Whereis
ovaj
thiscity?”askedDorothy.
“Itis
točno
exactlyinthecenterofthecountry,i
andisruledbyOz,theVeliki
GreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Ishea
dobar
goodman?”