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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Gradually Hardening French A1-B2 Books

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Gradually Hardening French A1-B2 Books

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
et
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhood
travers
throughtheages,foreveryhealthy
jeune
youngsterhasawholesomeandinstinctive
amour
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelous
et
andmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
et
andAndersenhavebroughtmore
bonheur
happinesstochildishheartsthan
toutes
allotherhumancreations.
Yetthe
vieux
oldtimefairytale,having
servi
servedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’s
bibliothèque
library;
forthetimehas
venu
comeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotyped
génie
genie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,togetherwith
tous
allthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopoint
une
afearsomemoraltoeach
conte
tale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethe
moderne
modernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertales
et
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Ayant
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“The
Merveilleux
WonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytoplease
enfants
childrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeing
un
amodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewonderment
et
andjoyareretainedandtheheartaches
et
andnightmaresareleftout.
L.
Chapitre
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothy
vivait
livedinthemidstof
la
thegreatKansasprairies,with
Oncle
UncleHenry,whowasa
fermier
farmer,andAuntEm,whowas
la
thefarmer’swife.
Theirhousewassmall,forthe
bois
lumbertobuildithadtobe
transporté
carriedbywagonmanymiles.
Therewere
quatre
fourwalls,aflooranda
toit
roof,whichmadeoneroom;
et
andthisroomcontaineda
rouillé
rustylookingcookstove,acupboardfor
les
thedishes,atable,three
ou
orfourchairs,andthebeds.
Oncle
UncleHenryandAuntEmhada
grand
bigbedinonecorner,
et
andDorothyalittlebedin
autre
anothercorner.
Therewasnogarretatall,
et
andnocellar—exceptasmall
trou
holedugintheground,
appelé
calledacyclonecellar,wherethe
famille
familycouldgoincaseoneof
ces
thosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughto
écraser
crushanybuildinginitspath.
Itwas
arrivait
reachedbyatrapdoorin
le
themiddleofthefloor,fromwhich
une
aladderleddowninto
le
thesmall,darkhole.
WhenDorothy
tenait
stoodinthedoorwayand
regardait
lookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthegreatgray
prairie
prairieoneveryside.
Nota
arbre
treenorahousebrokethe
large
broadsweepofflatcountry
qui
thatreachedtotheedgeofthe
ciel
skyinalldirections.
The
soleil
sunhadbakedtheplowed
terre
landintoagraymass,
avec
withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthe
soleil
sunhadburnedthetopsofthelongblades
jusqu'à
untiltheywerethesamegray
couleur
colortobeseeneverywhere.
Oncethe
maison
househadbeenpainted,butthe
soleil
sunblisteredthepaintandtherainswasheditaway,
et
andnowthehousewasas
terne
dullandgrayaseverythingelse.
Quand
WhenAuntEmcamethereto
vivre
liveshewasayoung,
jolie
prettywife.
Thesunand
vent
windhadchangedher,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
et
andleftthemasober
gris
gray;
theyhadtakenthe
rouge
redfromhercheeksandlips,
et
andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewas
mince
thinandgaunt,andneversmiled
maintenant
now.
WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
première
firstcametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’s
rire
laughterthatshewouldscream
et
andpressherhanduponher
cœur
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoice
arrivait
reachedherears;
andshe
toujours
stilllookedatthelittle
fille
girlwithwonderthatshe
pouvait
couldfindanythingtolaughat.
UncleHenry
jamais
neverlaughed.
Heworkedhardfrom
matin
morningtillnightanddidnot
savait
knowwhatjoywas.
Hewas
gris
grayalso,fromhislong
barbe
beardtohisroughboots,
et
andhelookedsternand
solennel
solemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothat
fait
madeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasher
autres
othersurroundings.
Totowasnot
gris
gray;
hewasalittle
noir
blackdog,withlongsilky
cheveux
hairandsmallblackeyes
qui
thattwinkledmerrilyoneither
côté
sideofhisfunny,wee
nez
nose.
Totoplayedalldaylong,
et
andDorothyplayedwithhim,
et
andlovedhimdearly.
Today,
cependant
however,theywerenotplaying.
UncleHenrysatupon
le
thedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyat
le
thesky,whichwasevengrayer
que
thanusual.
Dorothystoodinthe
porte
doorwithTotoinherarms,
et
andlookedatthesky
aussi
too.
AuntEmwaswashing
la
thedishes.
Fromthefar
nord
norththeyheardalowwailof
la
thewind,andUncleHenry
et
andDorothycouldseewhere
la
thelonggrassbowedinwaves
avant
beforethecomingstorm.
There
maintenant
nowcameasharpwhistlingin
les
theairfromthesouth,
et
andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaythey
vu
sawripplesinthegrass
venant
comingfromthatdirectionalso.
Soudain
SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’s
un
acyclonecoming,Em,”he
appelé
calledtohiswife.
“I’ll
vais
golookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
couru
rantowardtheshedswhere
les
thecowsandhorseswerekept.
Tante
AuntEmdroppedherwork
et
andcametothedoor.
Un
Oneglancetoldherof
le
thedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
crié
screamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
sauté
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
et
andhidunderthebed,
et
andthegirlstartedtogethim.
Tante
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threw
ouvert
openthetrapdoorinthe
sol
floorandclimbeddowntheladderintothe
petit
small,darkhole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlast
et
andstartedtofollowher
tante
aunt.
Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheroomtherecame
un
agreatshriekfromthe
vent
wind,andthehouseshooksohardthatshe
perdu
lostherfootingandsatdown
soudainement
suddenlyuponthefloor.
Then
une
astrangethinghappened.
The
maison
housewhirledaroundtwoor
trois
threetimesandroseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothy
sentait
feltasifsheweregoingupin
un
aballoon.
Thenorthand
sud
southwindsmetwherethe
maison
housestood,andmadeitthe
exact
exactcenterofthecyclone.
In
la
themiddleofacyclone
la
theairisgenerallystill,
mais
butthegreatpressureof
la
thewindoneverysideof
la
thehouseraisedituphigherandhigher,untilitwasat
la
theverytopofthecyclone;
et
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmiles
et
andmilesawayaseasilyasyou
pourriez
couldcarryafeather.
Itwas
très
verydark,andthewind
hurlait
howledhorriblyaroundher,butDorothy
trouvait
foundshewasridingquite
facilement
easily.
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
et
andoneothertimewhenthe
maison
housetippedbadly,shefeltas
si
ifshewerebeingrockedgently,likea
bébé
babyinacradle.
Totodidnot
aimé
likeit.
Heranabout
la
theroom,nowhere,nowthere,
aboyant
barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillon
le
thefloorandwaitedto
voir
seewhatwouldhappen.
OnceTotogot
trop
tooneartheopentrapdoor,
et
andfellin;
andatfirst
la
thelittlegirlthoughtshehad
perdu
losthim.
Butsoonshe
vit
sawoneofhisears
tenait
stickingupthroughthehole,forthestrong
pression
pressureoftheairwas
tenait
keepinghimupsothathe
pouvait
couldnotfall.
Shecreptto
la
thehole,caughtTotoby
la
theear,anddraggedhiminto
la
theroomagain,afterwardclosing
la
thetrapdoorsothatno
plus
moreaccidentscouldhappen.
Hour
après
afterhourpassedaway,and
lentement
slowlyDorothygotoverher
peur
fright;
butshefeltquitelonely,
et
andthewindshriekedso
fort
loudlyallaboutherthatshe
presque
nearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshehad
demandée
wonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhen
la
thehousefellagain;
butas
les
thehourspassedandnothing
terrible
terriblehappened,shestoppedworrying
et
andresolvedtowaitcalmly
et
andseewhatthefuturewould
apporterait
bring.
Atlastshecrawled
sur
overtheswayingfloortoher
lit
bed,andlaydownuponit;
et
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.
Chapitre
ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
un
ashock,sosuddenand
sévère
severethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingon
le
thesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,
le
thejarmadehercatchherbreath
et
andwonderwhathadhappened;
et
andTotoputhiscold
petit
littlenoseintoherface
et
andwhineddismally.
Dorothysatup
et
andnoticedthatthehousewasnot
bougeait
moving;
norwasitdark,forthebright
soleil
sunshinecameinatthe
fenêtre
window,floodingthelittleroom.
Shesprangfromher
lit
bedandwithTotoatherheels
couru
ranandopenedthedoor.
La
Thelittlegirlgavea
cri
cryofamazementandlookedabout
ses
her,hereyesgrowingbigger
et
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshe
voyait
saw.
Thecyclonehadsetthe
maison
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstof
un
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreensward
tout
allabout,withstatelytrees
portant
bearingrichandlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
et
andbirdswithrareand
brillant
brilliantplumagesangandflutteredin
les
thetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushing
et
andsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,
et
andmurmuringinavoice
très
verygratefultoalittle
fille
girlwhohadlivedso
longtemps
longonthedry,grayprairies.
Whileshe
tenait
stoodlookingeagerlyatthestrange
et
andbeautifulsights,shenoticed
venir
comingtowardheragroupof
les
thequeerestpeopleshehadever
vu
seen.
Theywerenotasbigas
les
thegrownfolkshehad
toujours
alwaysbeenusedto;
butneitherwerethey
très
verysmall.
Infact,they
semblaient
seemedaboutastallasDorothy,
qui
whowasawell-grownchildforher
âge
age,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.
Trois
Threeweremenandonea
femme
woman,andallwereoddlydressed.
They
portaient
woreroundhatsthatroseto
une
asmallpointafoot
au-dessus
abovetheirheads,withlittlebells
autour
aroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyasthey
déplaçaient
moved.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’s
chapeau
hatwaswhite,andshe
portait
woreawhitegownthat
pendait
hunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitweresprinkledlittlestars
qui
thatglistenedinthesun
comme
likediamonds.
Themenweredressedin
bleu
blue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,
et
andworewell-polishedbootswith
un
adeeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothy
pensa
thought,wereaboutasoldasUncleHenry,for
deux
twoofthemhadbeards.
Mais
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
beaucoup
mucholder.
Herfacewas
couvert
coveredwithwrinkles,herhairwas
presque
nearlywhite,andshewalked
plutôt
ratherstiffly.
Whenthesepeopledrewnear
la
thehousewhereDorothywas
tenait
standinginthedoorway,theypaused
et
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asif
peur
afraidtocomefarther.
But
la
thelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madealow
inclinée
bowandsaid,inasweet
voix
voice:.
“Youarewelcome,most
noble
nobleSorceress,tothelandof
le
theMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyouforhaving
tué
killedtheWickedWitchof
la
theEast,andforsettingour
peuple
peoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothylistenedto
ce
thisspeechwithwonder.
What
pouvait
couldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,
et
andsayingshehadkilled
la
theWickedWitchoftheEast?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittle
fille
girl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclone
nombreux
manymilesfromhome;
andshehad
jamais
neverkilledanythinginallher
vie
life.
Butthelittlewoman
évidemment
evidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;
soDorothy
dit
said,withhesitation,“Youare
très
verykind,buttheremustbesome
erreur
mistake.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
maison
housedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleold
femme
woman,withalaugh,“andthatis
la
thesamething.
See!”
she
continué
continued,pointingtothecornerofthe
maison
house.
“Therearehertwo
pieds
feet,stillstickingoutfromundera
bloc
blockofwood.”
Dorothylooked,
et
andgavealittlecryof
peur
fright.
There,indeed,justunderthe
coin
cornerofthegreatbeamthe
maison
houserestedon,twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilver
chaussures
shoeswithpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
pleurait
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
ensemble
togetherindismay.
“Thehouse
doit
musthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
rien
nothingtobedone,”said
la
thelittlewomancalmly.
“But
qui
whowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
la
theWickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”
répondit
answeredthelittlewoman.
“Shehas
tenu
heldalltheMunchkinsin
esclavage
bondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforher
nuit
nightandday.
Nowtheyare
tous
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyoufor
la
thefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethe
gens
peoplewholiveinthislandoftheEast
où
wheretheWickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
un
aMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
mais
butIamtheirfriend,althoughI
vis
liveinthelandof
le
theNorth.
Whentheysawthe
Sorcière
WitchoftheEastwasdeadtheMunchkins
envoyé
sentaswiftmessengertome,
et
andIcameatonce.
Iam
la
theWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
pleurait
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”
répondit
answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIam
une
agoodwitch,andthe
gens
peopleloveme.
Iamnotas
puissant
powerfulastheWickedWitchwas
qui
whoruledhere,orI
dû
shouldhavesetthepeople
libérer
freemyself.”
“ButIthought
toutes
allwitcheswerewicked,”saidthe
fille
girl,whowashalffrightenedatfacing
une
arealwitch.
“Oh,no,thatis
une
agreatmistake.
Therewereonly
quatre
fourwitchesinalltheLandofOz,
et
andtwoofthem,those
qui
wholiveintheNorth
et
andtheSouth,aregoodwitches.
I
sais
knowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,
et
andcannotbemistaken.
Those
qui
whodweltintheEast
et
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
mais
butnowthatyouhave
tué
killedoneofthem,thereis
mais
butoneWickedWitchin
tout
alltheLandofOz—theonewholivesin
le
theWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,
après
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhas
dit
toldmethatthewitcheswere
toutes
alldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tante
AuntEm?”
inquiredthelittleold
femme
woman.
“Sheismyaunt
qui
wholivesinKansas,whereI
viens
camefrom.”
TheWitchofthe
Nord
Northseemedtothinkfor
un
atime,withherhead
inclinée
bowedandhereyesuponthe
sol
ground.
Thenshelookedup
et
andsaid,“Idonot
sais
knowwhereKansasis,forIhave
jamais
neverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Mais
Buttellme,isit
un
acivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”
répondit
repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
In
les
thecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,
ni
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Mais
But,yousee,theLandofOzhas
jamais
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromall
le
therestoftheworld.
Thereforewestillhavewitches
et
andwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoare
les
thewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfisthe
Grand
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkingher
voix
voicetoawhisper.
“Heis
plus
morepowerfulthanalltherestofus
ensemble
together.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywas
allait
goingtoaskanotherquestion,
mais
butjustthentheMunchkins,
qui
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,
donnèrent
gavealoudshoutandpointedtothe
coin
cornerofthehousewheretheWicked
Sorcière
Witchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
demandé
askedthelittleoldwoman,
et
andlooked,andbeganto
rire
laugh.
Thefeetofthedead
Sorcière
Witchhaddisappearedentirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
chaussures
shoes.
“Shewassoold,”
expliqua
explainedtheWitchofthe
Nord
North,“thatshedriedup
rapidement
quicklyinthesun.Thatis
la
theendofher.
Butthesilver
chaussures
shoesareyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereacheddown
et
andpickeduptheshoes,
et
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“The
Sorcière
WitchoftheEastwasproudof
ces
thosesilvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissome
charme
charmconnectedwiththem;
butwhatitiswe
jamais
neverknew.”
Dorothycarriedthe
chaussures
shoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthe
table
table.
Thenshecameout
nouveau
againtotheMunchkinsand
dit
said:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
tante
auntanduncle,forIam
sûr
suretheywillworryabout
moi
me.
Canyouhelpme
trouver
findmyway?”
TheMunchkins
et
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,
et
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“At
le
theEast,notfarfromhere,”
dit
saidone,“thereisa
grand
greatdesert,andnonecould
vivre
livetocrossit.”
“Itis
la
thesameattheSouth,”
dit
saidanother,“forIhavebeenthere
et
andseenit.
TheSouthis
le
thecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
dit
saidthethirdman,“thatitisthe
même
sameattheWest.
Andthat
pays
country,wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWicked
Sorcière
WitchoftheWest,whowould
ferait
makeyouherslaveifyou
passiez
passedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
dit
saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeisthe
même
samegreatdesertthatsurrounds
ce
thisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”
Dorothy
commencé
begantosobatthis,forshe
sentait
feltlonelyamongallthesestrange
gens
people.
Hertearsseemedto
pleurer
grievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
immédiatement
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
et
andbegantoweepalso.
Asforthelittleold
femme
woman,shetookoffher
casquette
capandbalancedthepointontheendofher
nez
nose,whileshecounted“One,
deux
two,three”inasolemn
voix
voice.
Atoncethecapchangedto
une
aslate,onwhichwas
écrit
writteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHY
Aller
GOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Thelittleold
femme
womantooktheslatefromher
nez
nose,andhavingreadthewordson
elle
it,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
répondit
answeredthechild,lookingup
et
anddryinghertears.
“Thenyou
dois
mustgototheCityofEmeralds.
Peut-être
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereis
cette
thiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
exactement
exactlyinthecenterof
le
thecountry,andisruledbyOz,
le
theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
un
agoodman?”