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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Translation Books for Danish A1-B2 Learners

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Translation Books for Danish A1-B2 Learners

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
og
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhood
gennem
throughtheages,foreveryhealthy
ung
youngsterhasawholesomeandinstinctive
kærlighed
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelous
og
andmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
og
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishhearts
end
thanallotherhumancreations.
Alligevel
Yettheoldtimefairytale,
har
havingservedforgenerations,may
nu
nowbeclassedas“historical”in
det
thechildren’slibrary;
forthe
tiden
timehascomefora
række
seriesofnewer“wondertales”in
hvor
whichthestereotypedgenie,dwarf
og
andfairyareeliminated,together
med
withallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopoint
en
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.
Moderne
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
therefore
det
themodernchildseeksonly
underholdning
entertainmentinitswondertales
og
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Having
denne
thisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“The
Vidunderlige
WonderfulWizardofOz”was
skrevet
writtensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeing
et
amodernizedfairytale,in
hvor
whichthewondermentandjoyare
bevaret
retainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
Kapitel
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothylivedin
de
themidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
med
withUncleHenry,whowasa
landmand
farmer,andAuntEm,whowas
de
thefarmer’swife.
Theirhousewas
lille
small,forthelumberto
bygge
buildithadtobecarriedby
vogn
wagonmanymiles.
Therewere
fire
fourwalls,aflooranda
tag
roof,whichmadeoneroom;
og
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,a
skab
cupboardforthedishes,a
bord
table,threeorfourchairs,
og
andthebeds.
UncleHenry
og
andAuntEmhada
stor
bigbedinonecorner,
og
andDorothyalittlebedinanother
hjørne
corner.
Therewasnogarretatall,
og
andnocellar—exceptasmall
hul
holedugintheground,calledacyclone
kælder
cellar,wherethefamilycould
gå
goincaseoneofthose
store
greatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughto
knuse
crushanybuildinginits
vej
path.
Itwasreachedby
en
atrapdoorinthe
midten
middleofthefloor,fromwhich
en
aladderleddownintothe
lille
small,darkhole.
WhenDorothy
stod
stoodinthedoorwayandlooked
omkring
around,shecouldseenothingbut
den
thegreatgrayprairieon
alle
everyside.
Notatree
eller
norahousebrokethe
brede
broadsweepofflatcountry
der
thatreachedtotheedgeof
den
theskyinalldirections.
The
solen
sunhadbakedtheplowed
jord
landintoagraymass,
med
withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Selv
Eventhegrasswasnot
grønt
green,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongblades
indtil
untiltheywerethesame
grå
graycolortobeseen
overalt
everywhere.
Oncethehousehadbeen
malet
painted,butthesunblisteredthe
malet
paintandtherainswashedit
væk
away,andnowthehousewasasdull
og
andgrayaseverythingelse.
Da
WhenAuntEmcametheretoliveshewas
en
ayoung,prettywife.
The
solen
sunandwindhadchanged
hende
her,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
og
andleftthemasober
grå
gray;
theyhadtakenthe
røde
redfromhercheeksandlips,
og
andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewas
tynd
thinandgaunt,andnever
smilede
smilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowasan
forældreløs
orphan,firstcametoher,
Tante
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’s
latter
laughterthatshewouldscream
og
andpressherhanduponher
hjerte
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
og
andshestilllookedat
den
thelittlegirlwithwonderthatshe
kunne
couldfindanythingtolaugh
på
at.
UncleHenryneverlaughed.
He
arbejdede
workedhardfrommorningtill
aften
nightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewas
grå
grayalso,fromhislong
skæg
beardtohisroughboots,
og
andhelookedsternandsolemn,
og
andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
grine
laugh,andsavedherfromgrowingas
grå
grayasherothersurroundings.
Totowasnot
grå
gray;
hewasalittleblack
hund
dog,withlongsilkyhair
og
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhis
sjove
funny,weenose.
Totoplayedall
dagen
daylong,andDorothyplayed
med
withhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,however,theywerenot
spillede
playing.
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstep
og
andlookedanxiouslyatthe
himlen
sky,whichwasevengrayer
end
thanusual.
Dorothystoodinthe
døren
doorwithTotoinherarms,
og
andlookedatthesky
også
too.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefar
nord
norththeyheardalowwailofthewind,
og
andUncleHenryandDorothy
kunne
couldseewherethelong
græs
grassbowedinwavesbeforethecoming
storm
storm.
Therenowcamea
skarp
sharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
syd
south,andastheyturnedtheireyesthat
måde
waytheysawripplesinthe
græsset
grasscomingfromthatdirection
også
also.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystood
op
up.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
kone
wife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
løb
rantowardtheshedswherethecows
og
andhorseswerekept.
AuntEmdroppedher
arbejde
workandcametothe
døren
door.
Oneglancetoldherofthe
faren
dangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
skreg
screamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
sprang
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
og
andhidunderthebed,
og
andthegirlstartedto
få
gethim.
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threw
åbnede
openthetrapdoorin
det
thefloorandclimbeddown
det
theladderintothesmall,
mørke
darkhole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlast
og
andstartedtofollowher
tante
aunt.
Whenshewashalfway
over
acrosstheroomtherecame
et
agreatshriekfromthewind,
og
andthehouseshookso
hårdt
hardthatshelostherfooting
og
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthe
gulvet
floor.
Thenastrangethinghappened.
The
huset
housewhirledaroundtwoor
tre
threetimesandroseslowly
gennem
throughtheair.
Dorothyfeltasifshewere
gik
goingupinaballoon.
The
nord
northandsouthwindsmet
hvor
wherethehousestood,and
gjorde
madeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthe
midten
middleofacyclonetheairis
generelt
generallystill,butthegreatpressureofthewindon
hver
everysideofthehouseraisedit
op
uphigherandhigher,untilitwasatthevery
toppen
topofthecyclone;
and
der
thereitremainedandwascarriedmiles
og
andmilesawayaseasilyasyou
kunne
couldcarryafeather.
Itwas
meget
verydark,andthewindhowledhorribly
omkring
aroundher,butDorothyfoundshewas
red
ridingquiteeasily.
Afterthe
første
firstfewwhirlsaround,andone
anden
othertimewhenthehousetipped
dårligt
badly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrocked
forsigtigt
gently,likeababyina
vugge
cradle.
Totodidnotlike
det
it.
Heranabouttheroom,
nu
nowhere,nowthere,barking
højt
loudly;
butDorothysatquitestillonthe
gulvet
floorandwaitedtoseewhat
ville
wouldhappen.
OnceTotogot
for
tooneartheopentrapdoor,
og
andfellin;
andat
første
firstthelittlegirlthoughtshe
havde
hadlosthim.
Butsoonshe
så
sawoneofhisearssticking
op
upthroughthehole,for
det
thestrongpressureoftheairwas
holdt
keepinghimupsothathe
kunne
couldnotfall.
Shecrepttothe
hullet
hole,caughtTotobythe
øret
ear,anddraggedhimintotheroom
igen
again,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorso
der
thatnomoreaccidentscould
ske
happen.
Hourafterhourpassedaway,
og
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;
men
butshefeltquitelonely,
og
andthewindshriekedso
højt
loudlyallaboutherthatshe
næsten
nearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshe
havde
hadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
når
whenthehousefellagain;
men
butasthehourspassed
og
andnothingterriblehappened,shestopped
bekymre sig
worryingandresolvedtowait
roligt
calmlyandseewhatthe
fremtiden
futurewouldbring.
Atlastshe
kravlede
crawledovertheswayingfloortoher
seng
bed,andlaydownuponit;
og
andTotofollowedandlaydown
ved siden af
besideher.
ChapterIIThe
Rådet
CouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewas
vækket
awakenedbyashock,sosudden
og
andseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingon
den
thesoftbedshemight
have
havebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejar
gjorde
madehercatchherbreath
og
andwonderwhathadhappened;
og
andTotoputhiscold
lille
littlenoseintoherface
og
andwhineddismally.
Dorothysat
op
upandnoticedthatthe
huset
housewasnotmoving;
norwasit
mørkt
dark,forthebrightsunshine
kom
cameinatthewindow,
oversvømmede
floodingthelittleroom.
Shesprangfromher
seng
bedandwithTotoatherheels
løb
ranandopenedthedoor.
The
lille
littlegirlgaveacryofamazement
og
andlookedabouther,hereyes
voksede
growingbiggerandbiggeratthe
vidunderlige
wonderfulsightsshesaw.
Thecyclone
havde
hadsetthehousedown
meget
verygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofa
land
countryofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,
med
withstatelytreesbearingrich
og
andlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
og
andbirdswithrareand
strålende
brilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetrees
og
andbushes.
Alittlewayoffwas
en
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalong
mellem
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringin
en
avoiceverygratefulto
en
alittlegirlwhohadlivedso
længe
longonthedry,grayprairies.
Mens
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyat
de
thestrangeandbeautifulsights,she
mærke
noticedcomingtowardhera
gruppe
groupofthequeerestpeopleshe
havde
hadeverseen.
Theywerenotas
store
bigasthegrownfolkshe
havde
hadalwaysbeenusedto;
men
butneitherweretheyvery
små
small.
Infact,theyseemed
om
aboutastallasDorothy,whowas
et
awell-grownchildforher
alder
age,althoughtheywere,sofaras
så
looksgo,manyyearsolder.
Tre
Threeweremenandonea
kvinde
woman,andallwereoddly
klædt
dressed.
Theyworeroundhats
der
thatrosetoasmall
punkt
pointafootabovetheirheads,
med
withlittlebellsaroundthebrims
der
thattinkledsweetlyasthey
bevægede
moved.
Thehatsofthemenwere
blå
blue;
thelittlewoman’shatwas
hvid
white,andsheworea
hvid
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Over
Overitweresprinkledlittlestars
der
thatglistenedinthesun
som
likediamonds.
Themenwere
klædt
dressedinblue,ofthe
samme
sameshadeastheirhats,
og
andworewell-polishedbootswith
en
adeeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothy
tænkte
thought,wereaboutasoldas
Onkel
UncleHenry,fortwoofthem
havde
hadbeards.
Butthelittle
kvinde
womanwasdoubtlessmucholder.
Her
ansigt
facewascoveredwithwrinkles,her
hår
hairwasnearlywhite,andshe
gik
walkedratherstiffly.
Whenthese
mennesker
peopledrewnearthehouse
hvor
whereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypaused
og
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asif
bange
afraidtocomefarther.
But
den
thelittleoldwomanwalked
op
uptoDorothy,madea
lav
lowbowandsaid,in
en
asweetvoice:.
“Youare
velkommen
welcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
land
landoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
have
havingkilledtheWickedWitchof
den
theEast,andforsettingour
folk
peoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothy
lyttede
listenedtothisspeechwithwonder.
What
kunne
couldthelittlewomanpossibly
betyde
meanbycallinghera
troldkvinde
sorceress,andsayingshehadkilled
den
theWickedWitchofthe
Østen
East?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmless
lille
littlegirl,whohadbeen
båret
carriedbyacyclonemanymilesfrom
hjemmet
home;
andshehadnever
dræbt
killedanythinginallher
liv
life.
Butthelittlewoman
åbenbart
evidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;
soDorothy
sagde
said,withhesitation,“Youare
meget
verykind,buttheremustbesomemistake.
I
har
havenotkilledanything.”
“Your
hus
housedid,anyway,”repliedthe
lille
littleoldwoman,witha
grin
laugh,“andthatisthe
samme
samething.
See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothecornerofthe
huset
house.
“Therearehertwo
fødder
feet,stillstickingoutfrom
under
underablockofwood.”
Dorothy
kiggede
looked,andgavealittlecryoffright.
Der
There,indeed,justunderthecornerof
den
thegreatbeamthehouse
hvilede
restedon,twofeetweresticking
ud
out,shodinsilvershoes
med
withpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
græd
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
sammen
togetherindismay.
“Thehouse
må
musthavefallenonher.
Hvad
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
intet
nothingtobedone,”said
den
thelittlewomancalmly.
“But
hvem
whowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
den
theWickedWitchofthe
Øst
East,asIsaid,”answered
den
thelittlewoman.
“Shehasheld
alle
alltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,
gjort
makingthemslaveforher
nat
nightandday.
Nowtheyare
alle
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
spurgte
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethe
mennesker
peoplewholiveinthis
land
landoftheEastwherethe
Onde
WickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
en
aMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
men
butIamtheirfriend,althoughI
bor
liveinthelandof
det
theNorth.
Whentheysawthe
Heksen
WitchoftheEastwas
død
deadtheMunchkinssenta
hurtig
swiftmessengertome,andI
kom
cameatonce.
Iamthe
Heksen
WitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
græd
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”
svarede
answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIam
en
agoodwitch,andthe
folk
peopleloveme.
Iamnotaspowerfulas
den
theWickedWitchwaswhoruled
her
here,orIshouldhaveset
den
thepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
troede
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”
sagde
saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacing
en
arealwitch.
“Oh,no,thatis
en
agreatmistake.
Therewereonly
fire
fourwitchesinallthe
Land
LandofOz,andtwoofthem,thosewho
bor
liveintheNorthandthe
Syd
South,aregoodwitches.
I
ved
knowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,
og
andcannotbemistaken.
Those
der
whodweltintheEast
og
andtheWestwere,indeed,
onde
wickedwitches;
butnowthatyou
har
havekilledoneofthem,thereis
men
butoneWickedWitchinall
den
theLandofOz—theonewholivesin
den
theWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,
efter
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEm
have
hastoldmethatthewitcheswere
alle
alldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tante
AuntEm?”
inquiredthelittle
gamle
oldwoman.
“Sheismy
tante
auntwholivesinKansas,
hvor
whereIcamefrom.”
The
Heksen
WitchoftheNorthseemedto
tænke
thinkforatime,withherhead
bøjet
bowedandhereyesupontheground.
Thenshelooked
op
upandsaid,“Idonot
ved
knowwhereKansasis,forI
har
haveneverheardthatcountrymentioned
før
before.
Buttellme,isit
et
acivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”
svarede
repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsfor
det
it.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
tror
believetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Men
But,yousee,theLandofOz
har
hasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthe
resten
restoftheworld.
Thereforewe
stadig
stillhavewitchesandwizards
blandt
amongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
spurgte
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
den
theGreatWizard,”answeredthe
Heksen
Witch,sinkinghervoiceto
en
awhisper.
“Heismorepowerful
end
thanalltherestofus
sammen
together.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingto
stille
askanotherquestion,butjustthen
den
theMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,
gav
gavealoudshoutandpointedto
den
thecornerofthehouse
hvor
wheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
spurgte
askedthelittleoldwoman,
og
andlooked,andbeganto
grine
laugh.
Thefeetofthe
døde
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
og
andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
sko
shoes.
“Shewassoold,”
forklarede
explainedtheWitchofthe
Nordlige
North,“thatshedriedup
hurtigt
quicklyinthesun.Thatis
den
theendofher.
But
de
thesilvershoesareyours,
og
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereached
ned
downandpickedupthe
skoene
shoes,andaftershakingthe
støvet
dustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“The
Heks
WitchoftheEastwas
stolt
proudofthosesilvershoes,”
sagde
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“and
der
thereissomecharmconnected
med
withthem;
butwhatitiswe
aldrig
neverknew.”
Dorothycarriedthe
skoene
shoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthe
bordet
table.
Thenshecameout
igen
againtotheMunchkinsand
sagde
said:.
“Iamanxiousto
komme
getbacktomyaunt
og
anduncle,forIam
sikker
suretheywillworryaboutme.
Kan
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkins
og
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,
og
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Øst
East,notfarfromhere,”
sagde
saidone,“thereisa
stor
greatdesert,andnonecould
leve
livetocrossit.”
“Itisthe
samme
sameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forI
har
havebeenthereandseenit.
TheSouthisthe
land
countryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
sagde
saidthethirdman,“thatitisthe
samme
sameattheWest.
Andthat
land
country,wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbythe
Onde
WickedWitchoftheWest,
som
whowouldmakeyouher
slave
slaveifyoupassedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
sagde
saidtheoldlady,“andatits
kant
edgeisthesamegreat
ørken
desertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’m
bange
afraid,mydear,youwillhaveto
leve
livewithus.”
Dorothybegantosobat
dette
this,forshefeltlonely
blandt
amongallthesestrangepeople.
Hertearsseemedto
sørge
grievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
straks
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
og
andbegantoweepalso.
Asfor
den
thelittleoldwoman,she
tog
tookoffhercapand
balancerede
balancedthepointonthe
enden
endofhernose,whileshe
talte
counted“One,two,three”inasolemn
stemme
voice.
Atoncethecapchangedto
en
aslate,onwhichwas
skrevet
writteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
The
lille
littleoldwomantooktheslatefromher
næse
nose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,
spurgte
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
svarede
answeredthechild,lookingup
og
anddryinghertears.
“Thenyou
må
mustgototheCityofEmeralds.
Måske
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereis
denne
thiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itisexactlyinthe
midten
centerofthecountry,andisruledbyOz,the
Store
GreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
en
agoodman?”