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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
en
andfairytaleshavefollowed
kindertijd
childhoodthroughtheages,for
elke
everyhealthyyoungsterhasawholesome
en
andinstinctiveloveforstories
fantastisch
fantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.
De
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
en
andAndersenhavebroughtmore
geluk
happinesstochildishheartsthan
alle
allotherhumancreations.
Yetthe
oude
oldtimefairytale,having
gediend
servedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
for
de
thetimehascomefor
een
aseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhich
de
thestereotypedgenie,dwarfand
fee
fairyareeliminated,togetherwith
alle
allthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopoint
een
afearsomemoraltoeach
verhaal
tale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
daarom
thereforethemodernchildseeks
alleen
onlyentertainmentinitswondertales
en
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Having
deze
thisthoughtinmind,the
verhaal
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”was
geschreven
writtensolelytopleasechildrenof
vandaag
today.
Itaspirestobeing
een
amodernizedfairytale,in
waarin
whichthewondermentandjoyare
behouden
retainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
Hoofdstuk
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothy
woonde
livedinthemidstofthe
grote
greatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,
die
whowasafarmer,and
Tante
AuntEm,whowasthefarmer’s
vrouw
wife.
Theirhousewassmall,forthe
hout
lumbertobuildithadtobe
vervoerd
carriedbywagonmanymiles.
Er
Therewerefourwalls,a
vloer
floorandaroof,whichmadeone
kamer
room;
andthisroomcontained
een
arustylookingcookstove,a
kast
cupboardforthedishes,a
tafel
table,threeorfourchairs,
en
andthebeds.
UncleHenry
en
andAuntEmhada
groot
bigbedinonecorner,
en
andDorothyalittlebedin
andere
anothercorner.
Therewasnogarretatall,
en
andnocellar—exceptasmall
gat
holedugintheground,calledacyclone
kelder
cellar,wherethefamilycould
gaan
goincaseoneof
die
thosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mighty
genoeg
enoughtocrushanybuildinginits
weg
path.
Itwasreachedby
een
atrapdoorinthe
midden
middleofthefloor,fromwhich
een
aladderleddownintothe
kleine
small,darkhole.
WhenDorothy
stond
stoodinthedoorwayand
keek
lookedaround,shecouldsee
niets
nothingbutthegreatgray
prairie
prairieoneveryside.
Nota
boom
treenorahousebrokethe
brede
broadsweepofflatcountry
dat
thatreachedtotheedgeofthe
hemel
skyinalldirections.
The
zon
sunhadbakedtheplowed
land
landintoagraymass,
met
withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Zelfs
Eventhegrasswasnot
groen
green,forthesunhad
verbrand
burnedthetopsofthe
lange
longbladesuntiltheywerethe
dezelfde
samegraycolortobeseen
overal
everywhere.
Oncethehousehadbeen
geschilderd
painted,butthesunblisteredthe
verf
paintandtherainswasheditaway,
en
andnowthehousewasas
saai
dullandgrayaseverythingelse.
Toen
WhenAuntEmcamethereto
wonen
liveshewasayoung,
mooie
prettywife.
Thesunand
wind
windhadchangedher,too.
They
hadden
hadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
en
andleftthemasober
grijs
gray;
theyhadtakenthe
rood
redfromhercheeksandlips,
en
andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewas
dun
thinandgaunt,andnever
glimlachte
smilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowas
een
anorphan,firstcameto
haar
her,AuntEmhadbeensostartledby
het
thechild’slaughterthatshewould
schreeuwde
screamandpressherhanduponher
hart
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
en
andshestilllookedat
het
thelittlegirlwithwonder
dat
thatshecouldfindanythingto
lachen
laughat.
UncleHenrynever
lachte
laughed.
Heworkedhardfrom
ochtend
morningtillnightanddidnot
wist
knowwhatjoywas.
Hewas
grijs
grayalso,fromhislong
baard
beardtohisroughboots,
en
andhelookedsternand
plechtig
solemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasToto
die
thatmadeDorothylaugh,and
redde
savedherfromgrowingas
grijs
grayasherothersurroundings.
Totowasnot
grijs
gray;
hewasalittle
zwarte
blackdog,withlongsilky
haar
hairandsmallblackeyes
die
thattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,wee
neus
nose.
Totoplayedallday
lang
long,andDorothyplayedwith
hem
him,andlovedhimdearly.
Vandaag
Today,however,theywerenot
speelden
playing.
UncleHenrysatupon
de
thedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyat
de
thesky,whichwasevengrayer
dan
thanusual.
Dorothystoodin
de
thedoorwithTotoinherarms,
en
andlookedattheskytoo.
Tante
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthe
verre
farnorththeyheardalowwailofthe
wind
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothy
konden
couldseewherethelong
gras
grassbowedinwavesbeforethecoming
storm
storm.
Therenowcamea
scherp
sharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
zuiden
south,andastheyturnedtheireyes
die
thatwaytheysawripplesinthe
gras
grasscomingfromthatdirection
ook
also.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’s
een
acyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
vrouw
wife.
“I’llgolookafter
de
thestock.”
Thenheran
naar
towardtheshedswherethecows
en
andhorseswerekept.
AuntEm
vallen
droppedherworkandcameto
de
thedoor.
Oneglancetoldherof
het
thedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
schreeuwde
screamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
sprong
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
en
andhidunderthebed,
en
andthegirlstartedtoget
hem
him.
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,
gooide
threwopenthetrapdoorinthe
vloer
floorandclimbeddownthe
ladder
ladderintothesmall,dark
gat
hole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlast
en
andstartedtofollowher
tante
aunt.
Whenshewashalfwayacrossthe
kamer
roomtherecameagreatshriekfromthe
wind
wind,andthehouseshookso
hard
hardthatshelostherfooting
en
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthe
vloer
floor.
Thenastrangething
gebeurde
happened.
Thehousewhirledaround
twee
twoorthreetimesand
steeg
roseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothy
voelde
feltasifshewere
ging
goingupinaballoon.
The
noordelijke
northandsouthwindsmet
waar
wherethehousestood,and
maakten
madeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthe
midden
middleofacyclonethe
lucht
airisgenerallystill,butthe
grote
greatpressureofthewindon
elke
everysideofthehouseraiseditup
hoger
higherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;
en
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmiles
en
andmilesawayaseasilyasyou
kon
couldcarryafeather.
Itwas
erg
verydark,andthewindhowledhorriblyaround
haar
her,butDorothyfoundshewas
reed
ridingquiteeasily.
Afterthe
eerste
firstfewwhirlsaround,andone
andere
othertimewhenthehousetipped
slecht
badly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrocked
zachtjes
gently,likeababyina
wieg
cradle.
Totodidnotlike
het
it.
Heranaboutthe
kamer
room,nowhere,nowthere,
blaffen
barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillon
de
thefloorandwaitedto
zien
seewhatwouldhappen.
OnceTotogot
te
tooneartheopentrapdoor,and
viel
fellin;
andatfirst
het
thelittlegirlthoughtshehad
kwijt
losthim.
Butsoonshe
zag
sawoneofhisearssticking
omhoog
upthroughthehole,forthe
sterke
strongpressureoftheairwas
hield
keepinghimupsothathe
kon
couldnotfall.
Shecrepttothe
gat
hole,caughtTotobythe
oor
ear,anddraggedhimintothe
kamer
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothat
geen
nomoreaccidentscouldhappen.
Uur
Hourafterhourpassedaway,
en
andslowlyDorothygotoverher
schrik
fright;
butshefeltquite
eenzaam
lonely,andthewindshriekedso
luid
loudlyallaboutherthatshe
bijna
nearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshe
had
hadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhen
het
thehousefellagain;
butas
de
thehourspassedandnothingterrible
gebeurde
happened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedto
wachten
waitcalmlyandseewhat
de
thefuturewouldbring.
Atlastshe
kroop
crawledovertheswayingfloortoher
bed
bed,andlaydownuponit;
en
andTotofollowedandlaydown
naast
besideher.
ChapterIITheCouncil
met
withtheMunchkins
Shewas
gewekt
awakenedbyashock,so
plotseling
suddenandseverethatifDorothy
had
hadnotbeenlyingon
het
thesoftbedshemight
had
havebeenhurt.
Asitwas,the
pot
jarmadehercatchher
adem
breathandwonderwhathad
gebeurd
happened;
andTotoputhis
koude
coldlittlenoseintoher
gezicht
faceandwhineddismally.
Dorothy
zitten
satupandnoticedthat
het
thehousewasnotmoving;
norwasit
donker
dark,forthebrightsunshine
kwam
cameinatthewindow,floodingthe
kleine
littleroom.
Shesprangfromher
bed
bedandwithTotoather
hielen
heelsranandopenedthe
deur
door.
Thelittlegirlgave
een
acryofamazementand
keek
lookedabouther,hereyes
groeien
growingbiggerandbiggeratthe
prachtige
wonderfulsightsshesaw.
Thecyclone
had
hadsetthehousedown
heel
verygently—foracyclone—inthemidstof
een
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.
Er
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,
met
withstatelytreesbearingrich
en
andlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
en
andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumage
zongen
sangandflutteredinthetrees
en
andbushes.
Alittlewayoffwas
een
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalong
tussen
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringin
een
avoiceverygratefulto
een
alittlegirlwhohad
geleefd
livedsolongonthe
droge
dry,grayprairies.
Whileshestood
keek
lookingeagerlyatthestrange
en
andbeautifulsights,shenoticed
komen
comingtowardheragroupof
de
thequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.
Theywerenotas
groot
bigasthegrownfolkshehad
altijd
alwaysbeenusedto;
butneitherwerethey
erg
verysmall.
Infact,they
leken
seemedaboutastallasDorothy,
die
whowasawell-grownchildforher
leeftijd
age,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooks
gaat
go,manyyearsolder.
Threeweremen
en
andoneawoman,andallwereoddly
gekleed
dressed.
Theyworeroundhats
die
thatrosetoasmall
punt
pointafootabovetheirheads,
met
withlittlebellsaroundthebrims
die
thattinkledsweetlyasthey
bewogen
moved.
Thehatsofthemenwere
blauw
blue;
thelittlewoman’shatwaswhite,
en
andsheworeawhite
jurk
gownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitwere
gestrooid
sprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedin
de
thesunlikediamonds.
Themenwere
gekleed
dressedinblue,ofthe
dezelfde
sameshadeastheirhats,
en
andworewell-polishedbootswith
een
adeeprollofblueat
de
thetops.
Themen,Dorothy
dacht
thought,wereaboutasoldas
Oom
UncleHenry,fortwoofthem
hadden
hadbeards.
Butthelittle
vrouw
womanwasdoubtlessmucholder.
Her
gezicht
facewascoveredwithwrinkles,herhairwas
bijna
nearlywhite,andshewalked
nogal
ratherstiffly.
Whenthesepeopledrew
buurt
nearthehousewhereDorothywas
stond
standinginthedoorway,theypaused
en
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asif
bang
afraidtocomefarther.
But
de
thelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,
maakte
madealowbowand
zei
said,inasweetvoice:.
“Youare
welkom
welcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
land
landoftheMunchkins.
Weareso
dankbaar
gratefultoyouforhaving
gedood
killedtheWickedWitchofthe
Oosten
East,andforsettingour
volk
peoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothy
luisterde
listenedtothisspeechwith
verwondering
wonder.
Whatcouldthelittle
vrouw
womanpossiblymeanbycallingher
een
asorceress,andsayingshe
had
hadkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Oosten
East?
Dorothywasaninnocent,
onschadelijk
harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclone
vele
manymilesfromhome;
andshe
had
hadneverkilledanythinginallher
leven
life.
Butthelittlewoman
blijkbaar
evidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;
soDorothy
zei
said,withhesitation,“Youare
erg
verykind,buttheremustbesome
vergissing
mistake.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
huis
housedid,anyway,”repliedthe
kleine
littleoldwoman,witha
lach
laugh,“andthatisthe
hetzelfde
samething.
See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothe
hoek
cornerofthehouse.
“Thereareher
twee
twofeet,stillstickingoutfrom
onder
underablockofwood.”
Dorothy
keek
looked,andgavealittle
schreeuw
cryoffright.
There,indeed,
net
justunderthecornerofthe
grote
greatbeamthehouserestedon,
twee
twofeetwerestickingout,shodin
zilveren
silvershoeswithpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
huilde
criedDorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.
“The
huis
housemusthavefallenon
haar
her.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
niets
nothingtobedone,”said
de
thelittlewomancalmly.
“But
wie
whowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewasthe
Boze
WickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”answeredthe
kleine
littlewoman.
“Shehasheld
alle
alltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,
gemaakt
makingthemslaveforher
nacht
nightandday.
Nowtheyareallset
vrij
free,andaregratefultoyoufor
de
thefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
vroeg
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethe
mensen
peoplewholiveinthis
land
landoftheEastwherethe
Boze
WickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
een
aMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
maar
butIamtheirfriend,althoughI
woon
liveinthelandof
het
theNorth.
Whentheysawthe
Heks
WitchoftheEastwas
dood
deadtheMunchkinssenta
snelle
swiftmessengertome,andI
kwam
cameatonce.
Iamthe
Heks
WitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
huilde
criedDorothy.
“Areyoua
echte
realwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
de
thelittlewoman.
“ButIam
een
agoodwitch,andthe
mensen
peopleloveme.
Iamnotas
machtig
powerfulastheWickedWitchwas
die
whoruledhere,orI
moeten
shouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
dacht
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”
zei
saidthegirl,whowas
half
halffrightenedatfacinga
echte
realwitch.
“Oh,no,thatis
een
agreatmistake.
Therewereonly
vier
fourwitchesinallthe
Land
LandofOz,andtwoof
hen
them,thosewholivein
het
theNorthandtheSouth,are
goede
goodwitches.
Iknowthisis
waar
true,forIamoneofthemmyself,
en
andcannotbemistaken.
Thosewho
woonden
dweltintheEastand
het
theWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
maar
butnowthatyouhave
gedood
killedoneofthem,thereis
maar
butoneWickedWitchinall
het
theLandofOz—theonewholivesin
het
theWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,
na
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEm
heeft
hastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tante
AuntEm?”
inquiredthelittle
oude
oldwoman.
“Sheismy
tante
auntwholivesinKansas,
waar
whereIcamefrom.”
The
Heks
WitchoftheNorthseemedto
denken
thinkforatime,withher
hoofd
headbowedandhereyesupontheground.
Thenshe
keek
lookedupandsaid,“Idonot
weet
knowwhereKansasis,forI
heb
haveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Maar
Buttellme,isit
een
acivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”
antwoordde
repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsfor
het
it.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
geloof
believetherearenowitchesleft,
noch
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Maar
But,yousee,theLandofOzhas
nooit
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthe
rest
restoftheworld.
Thereforewe
nog steeds
stillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoare
de
thewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
de
theGreatWizard,”answeredthe
Heks
Witch,sinkinghervoiceto
een
awhisper.
“Heismorepowerful
dan
thanalltherestofus
samen
together.
Helivesinthe
Stad
CityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,
maar
butjustthentheMunchkins,
die
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,
gaven
gavealoudshoutandpointedtothe
hoek
cornerofthehousewherethe
Boze
WickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
vroeg
askedthelittleoldwoman,
en
andlooked,andbeganto
lachen
laugh.
Thefeetofthe
dode
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
en
andnothingwasleftbut
de
thesilvershoes.
“Shewassoold,”explainedthe
Heks
WitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedup
snel
quicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Maar
Butthesilvershoesare
jou
yours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereacheddown
en
andpickeduptheshoes,
en
andaftershakingthedust
uit
outofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“The
Heks
WitchoftheEastwas
trots
proudofthosesilvershoes,”
zei
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“and
er
thereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;
maar
butwhatitiswe
nooit
neverknew.”
Dorothycarriedthe
schoenen
shoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthe
tafel
table.
Thenshecameout
weer
againtotheMunchkinsand
zei
said:.
“Iamanxioustoget
terug
backtomyauntand
oom
uncle,forIamsurethey
zullen
willworryaboutme.
Canyou
helpen
helpmefindmyway?”
De
TheMunchkinsandtheWitch
eerst
firstlookedatoneanother,
en
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Oosten
East,notfarfromhere,”
zei
saidone,“thereisa
grote
greatdesert,andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”
“Itisthe
hetzelfde
sameattheSouth,”said
ander
another,“forIhavebeen
er
thereandseenit.
The
Zuiden
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
zei
saidthethirdman,“thatitisthe
hetzelfde
sameattheWest.
Andthat
land
country,wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbythe
Boze
WickedWitchoftheWest,who
zou
wouldmakeyouherslave
als
ifyoupassedherway.”
“The
Noorden
Northismyhome,”said
de
theoldlady,“andatits
rand
edgeisthesamegreat
woestijn
desertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”
Dorothy
begon
begantosobatthis,forshe
voelde
feltlonelyamongallthesestrange
mensen
people.
Hertearsseemedtogrieve
de
thekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
onmiddellijk
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
en
andbegantoweepalso.
Asforthe
kleine
littleoldwoman,shetook
af
offhercapandbalancedthe
punt
pointontheendofher
neus
nose,whileshecounted“One,
twee
two,three”inasolemn
stem
voice.
Atoncethecap
veranderde
changedtoaslate,onwhichwas
geschreven
writteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHY
Gaan
GOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
De
Thelittleoldwomantook
de
theslatefromhernose,
en
andhavingreadthewordsonit,
vroeg
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”answered
het
thechild,lookingupand
droogde
dryinghertears.
“Thenyou
moet
mustgototheCityofEmeralds.
Misschien
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereis
deze
thiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
precies
exactlyinthecenterofthe
land
country,andisruledbyOz,the
Grote
GreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
een
agoodman?”