Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
i
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodkroz
throughtheages,foreveryhealthymladić
youngsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveljubav
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousi
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
i
andAndersenhavebroughtmoresreće
happinesstochildishheartsthansvih
allotherhumancreations.Yetthe
stara
oldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,može
maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;for
na
thetimehascomeforje
aseriesofnewer“wondertales”inkoje
whichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfi
andfairyareeliminated,togethersa
withallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointje
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.Modern
obrazovanje
educationincludesmorality;thereforethemodern
dijete
childseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesi
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Havingthisthoughtin
umu
mind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittenisključivo
solelytopleasechildrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,in
kojoj
whichthewondermentandjoyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.L.
Poglavlje
ChapterITheCycloneDorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
s
withUncleHenry,whowasje
afarmer,andAuntEm,koji
whowasthefarmer’swife.Their
kuća
housewassmall,forthelumbertoizgradnju
buildithadtobecarriedbywagonmnogo
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
enoughtocrushanybuildinginitsputu
path.Itwasreachedby
je
atrapdoorinthesredini
middleofthefloor,fromwhichje
aladderleddownintothesmall,darkrupu
hole.WhenDorothystoodinthedoorway
i
andlookedaround,shecouldvidjeti
seenothingbutthegreatsive
grayprairieoneveryside.Not
je
atreenorahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrykoja
thatreachedtotheedgeoftheneba
skyinalldirections.The
sunce
sunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoje
agraymass,withlittlecracksrunningkroz
throughit.Eventhegrasswasnot
zelena
green,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesdok
untiltheywerethesamesive
graycolortobeseenposvuda
everywhere.Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,
ali
butthesunblisteredthepaintandtherainswasheditaway,andsada
nowthehousewasasdullandsiva
grayaseverythingelse.When
Tetka
AuntEmcametheretoživjeti
liveshewasayoung,lijepa
prettywife.Thesunand
vjetar
windhadchangedher,too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
i
andleftthemasobergray;theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeks
i
andlips,andtheyweresivi
grayalso.Shewasthin
i
andgaunt,andneversmilednow.Kad
WhenDorothy,whowasansiroče
orphan,firstcametoher,Tetka
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbyna
thechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreami
andpressherhanduponhersrce
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;i
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirls
withwonderthatshecouldnaći
findanythingtolaughat.Ujak
UncleHenryneverlaughed.Heworkedhardfrom
jutra
morningtillnightanddidnotknowwhatradost
joywas.Hewasgray
također
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,i
andhelookedsternandsolemn,i
andrarelyspoke.ItwasTotothatmadeDorothylaugh,
i
andsavedherfromgrowingassiva
grayasherothersurroundings.Totowasnot
sivi
gray;hewasalittle
crni
blackdog,withlongsilkyhairi
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenosa
nose.Totoplayedalldaylong,andDorothyplayed
s
withhim,andlovedhimdearly.Danas
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.Ujak
UncleHenrysatuponthepragu
doorstepandlookedanxiouslyatthenebo
sky,whichwasevengrayerod
thanusual.Dorothystoodinthe
vratima
doorwithTotoinherarms,i
andlookedattheskytakođer
too.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthe
dalekog
farnorththeyheardalowwailofthevjetra
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldvidjeti
seewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesprije
beforethecomingstorm.Therenowcame
je
asharpwhistlinginthezraku
airfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyeskoji
thatwaytheysawripplesinthetravi
grasscomingfromthatdirectionalso.Odjednom
SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.“There’s
je
acyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohisženu
wife.“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenheran
prema
towardtheshedswherethecowsi
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedher
posao
workandcametothevrata
door.Oneglancetoldherofthe
opasnosti
dangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarmsandhid
ispod
underthebed,andthedjevojka
girlstartedtogethim.Teta
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenna
thetrapdoorinthepodu
floorandclimbeddowntheljestve
ladderintothesmall,darkrupu
hole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
i
andstartedtofollowheraunt.Kad
Whenshewashalfwayacrossna
theroomtherecameaveliki
greatshriekfromthewind,andna
thehouseshooksohardda
thatshelostherfootingandsatdowniznenada
suddenlyuponthefloor.Thena
čudna
strangethinghappened.Thehousewhirled
oko
aroundtwoorthreetimesi
androseslowlythroughthezrak
air.Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
Thenorth
i
andsouthwindsmetwherethekuća
housestood,andmadeitthetočnim
exactcenterofthecyclone.Inthe
sredini
middleofacyclonethezrak
airisgenerallystill,buttheveliki
greatpressureofthewindonsvake
everysideofthehouseraisedituphigheri
andhigher,untilitwasattheveryvrhu
topofthecyclone;and
tamo
thereitremainedandwascarriedmilesi
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldnositi
carryafeather.Itwasvery
mračno
dark,andthewindhowledužasno
horriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquitelako
easily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
i
andoneothertimewhenthekuća
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockednježno
gently,likeababyinje
acradle.Totodidnotlike
to
it.Heranabouttheroom,
sada
nowhere,nowthere,barkingglasno
loudly;butDorothysatquitestillonthe
podu
floorandwaitedtoseewhatwoulddogoditi
happen.OnceTotogottooneartheopentrap
vratima
door,andfellin;andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlost
ga
him.Butsoonshesaw
jedno
oneofhisearsstickinggore
upthroughthehole,forthesnažan
strongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimgore
upsothathecouldnotpasti
fall.Shecrepttothe
rupe
hole,caughtTotobytheuho
ear,anddraggedhimintothesobu
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapvrata
doorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Sat
Hourafterhourpassedaway,i
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;ali
butshefeltquitelonely,a
andthewindshriekedsoglasno
loudlyallaboutherthatshegotovo
nearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
kad
whenthehousefellagain;ali
butasthehourspassedi
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingi
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyi
andseewhatthefuturewoulddonijeti
bring.Atlastshecrawled
preko
overtheswayingfloortoherbed,i
andlaydownuponit;i
andTotofollowedandlaydownpored
besideher.ChapterIITheCouncil
s
withtheMunchkinsShewasawakenedby
je
ashock,sosuddenandsevereda
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftkrevetu
bedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,thejarmadeher
uhvatiti
catchherbreathandwonderwhathadhappened;i
andTotoputhiscoldlittlenos
noseintoherfaceandwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
i
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;ni
norwasitdark,forthebrightsunce
sunshinecameinattheprozor
window,floodingthelittleroom.Shesprangfromherbed
i
andwithTotoatherheelsrani
andopenedthedoor.Thelittlegirlgave
je
acryofamazementandlookedoko
abouther,hereyesgrowingveće
biggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.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
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthečudne
strangeandbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingprema
towardheragroupofthequeerestljudi
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotas
veliki
bigasthegrownfolkshehaduvijek
alwaysbeenusedto;but
ni
neitherweretheyverysmall.Infact,theyseemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowas
je
awell-grownchildforherage,iako
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,andshewalkedprilično
ratherstiffly.Whenthesepeopledrewnear
na
thehousewhereDorothywasstandinginna
thedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomedalje
farther.Butthelittleold
žena
womanwalkeduptoDorothy,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,buttheremustbesomegreška
mistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
kuća
housedid,anyway,”repliedthemala
littleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andto
thatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingto
na
thecornerofthehouse.“Therearehertwo
noge
feet,stillstickingoutfromispod
underablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
i
andgavealittlecryoffright.Tamo
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthekuća
houserestedon,twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvercipele
shoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,
draga
dear!Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
zajedno
togetherindismay.“Thehousemusthavefallenon
joj
her.Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthe
mala
littlewomancalmly.“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWicked
Vještica
WitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”answeredthemala
littlewoman.“Shehasheld
sve
alltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernoć
nightandday.Nowtheyare
svi
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforna
thefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyare
na
thepeoplewholiveinthislandofna
theEastwheretheWickedVještica
Witchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
ali
butIamtheirfriend,iako
althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.Kad
WhentheysawtheWitchoftheEastwasmrtva
deadtheMunchkinssentaswiftglasnik
messengertome,andIcameatonce.Iamthe
Vještica
WitchoftheNorth.”“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthe
mala
littlewoman.“ButIama
dobra
goodwitch,andthepeoplevole
loveme.Iamnotas
moćan
powerfulastheWickedWitchwaswhoruledovdje
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,zli
wickedwitches;butnowthatyouhavekilledoneof
njih
them,thereisbutoneWickedVještica
WitchinalltheLandofOz—theonewholivesinna
theWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,
nakon
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmeda
thatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”“Whois
Tetka
AuntEm?”inquiredthelittle
stara
oldwoman.“Sheismy
tetka
auntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”Na
TheWitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkforavrijeme
time,withherheadbowedi
andhereyesuponthezemlju
ground.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.Zato
Thereforewestillhavewitchesi
andwizardsamongstus.”“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfisthe
Veliki
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkingherglas
voicetoawhisper.“Heismorepowerfulthan
svih
alltherestofuszajedno
together.Helivesinthe
Gradu
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywasgoingto
postaviti
askanotherquestion,butjustthenna
theMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingtišini
silentlyby,gavealoudshouti
andpointedtothecornerofna
thehousewheretheWickedVještica
Witchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
askedthe
mala
littleoldwoman,andlooked,i
andbegantolaugh.The
noge
feetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedpotpuno
entirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explained
na
theWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupbrzo
quicklyinthesun.Thatisna
theendofher.Butthesilver
cipele
shoesareyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddownandpickedupthe
cipele
shoes,andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchof
na
theEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”saidjedan
oneoftheMunchkins,“andpostoji
thereissomecharmconnecteds
withthem;butwhatitiswe
nikada
neverknew.”Dorothycarriedthe
cipele
shoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthestol
table.Thenshecameout
opet
againtotheMunchkinsandsaid:.“Iamanxioustoget
vratiti
backtomyauntanduncle,forIamsuretheyće
willworryaboutme.Canyou
pomoći
helpmefindmyway?”TheMunchkinsandthe
Vještica
Witchfirstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“AttheEast,notfarfromhere,”said
jedan
one,“thereisagreatdesert,i
andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”said
drugi
another,“forIhavebeentamo
thereandseenit.The
Jug
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”saidthe
treći
thirdman,“thatitistheisto
sameattheWest.And
koja
thatcountry,wheretheWinkiesžive
live,isruledbytheWickedVještica
WitchoftheWest,whowouldmakeyouherslaveako
ifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”saidthe
stara
oldlady,“andatitsedgeistheista
samegreatdesertthatsurroundsovu
thisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydraga
dear,youwillhavetoživjeti
livewithus.”Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefeltlonely
među
amongallthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
odmah
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsi
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthe
male
littleoldwoman,shetookoffherkapu
capandbalancedthepointonthekraju
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,dva
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedto
je
aslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitekredom
chalkmarks:.“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Grad
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittle
stara
oldwomantooktheslatefromhernosa
nose,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?”