Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
és
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,forminden
everyhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeés
andinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousés
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
és
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsmint
thanallotherhumancreations.Mégis
Yettheoldtimefairytale,már
havingservedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;forthe
ideje
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfés
andfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorribleés
andblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointegy
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodern
gyermek
childseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesés
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Having
ezt
thisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”wasírták
writtensolelytopleasechildrenofmai
today.Itaspirestobeing
egy
amodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentés
andjoyareretainedandtheheartachesés
andnightmaresareleftout.L.
ChapterI
A
TheCycloneDorothylivedinthemidstofthe
nagy
greatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,aki
whowasafarmer,andAuntEm,aki
whowasthefarmer’swife.Theirhousewas
kicsi
small,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonsok
manymiles.Therewerefourwalls,afloor
és
andaroof,whichmadeoneroom;és
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,egy
acupboardforthedishes,egy
atable,threeorfourchairs,és
andthebeds.UncleHenry
és
andAuntEmhadanagy
bigbedinonecorner,és
andDorothyalittlebedinmásik
anothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,
és
andnocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethecsalád
familycouldgoincaseoneofthosenagy
greatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.Itwasreachedby
egy
atrapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhichegy
aladderleddownintothekis
small,darkhole.WhenDorothystoodinthedoorway
és
andlookedaround,shecouldlátott
seenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieonminden
everyside.Notatreenor
egy
ahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountryamely
thatreachedtotheedgeoftheskyinminden
alldirections.Thesunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoagraymass,with
kis
littlecracksrunningthroughit.Még
Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthesunvolt
hadburnedthetopsofthehosszú
longbladesuntiltheyweretheugyanaz
samegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Egyszer
Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,de
butthesunblisteredthepaintés
andtherainswasheditaway,és
andnowthehousewasasdullés
andgrayaseverythingelse.Amikor
WhenAuntEmcametheretoélni
liveshewasayoung,csinos
prettywife.Thesunandwindhadchanged
őt
her,too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
és
andleftthemasobergray;theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeks
és
andlips,andtheyweregrayis
also.Shewasthinandgaunt,
és
andneversmilednow.WhenDorothy,
aki
whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,AuntEmvolt
hadbeensostartledbya
thechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamés
andpressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;és
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwithwonderthatshetudott
couldfindanythingtolaughat.Bácsi
UncleHenryneverlaughed.He
dolgozott
workedhardfrommorningtillnightés
anddidnotknowwhatjoywas.Hewasgray
is
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,és
andhelookedsternandsolemn,és
andrarelyspoke.ItwasToto
hogy
thatmadeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayashertöbbi
othersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewas
egy
alittleblackdog,withhosszú
longsilkyhairandsmallfekete
blackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisvicces
funny,weenose.Totoplayedall
nap
daylong,andDorothyplayedwithvele
him,andlovedhimdearly.Ma
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.Bácsi
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepés
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,amely
whichwasevengrayerthanusual.DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,
és
andlookedattheskyis
too.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefarnorththeyheardalowwailofthewind,
és
andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethehosszú
longgrassbowedinwaveselőtt
beforethecomingstorm.There
most
nowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthesouth,és
andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheylátták
sawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionis
also.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’ll
megyek
golookafterthestock.”Thenherantoward
a
theshedswherethecowsés
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedherwork
és
andcametothedoor.Egy
Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
és
andhidunderthebed,és
andthegirlstartedtogethim.AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthefloor
és
andclimbeddowntheladderintothekis
small,darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
és
andstartedtofollowheraunt.Amikor
Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheroomtherecameanagy
greatshriekfromthewind,és
andthehouseshooksohardhogy
thatshelostherfootingés
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.Then
egy
astrangethinghappened.The
ház
housewhirledaroundtwoorhárom
threetimesandroseslowlythrougha
theair.Dorothyfeltasifshewere
menne
goingupinaballoon.Thenorth
és
andsouthwindsmetwheretheház
housestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthemiddleofacyclonethe
levegő
airisgenerallystill,butthenagy
greatpressureofthewindonminden
everysideofthehouseraisedituphigherés
andhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;és
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmilesés
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldcarryegy
afeather.Itwasverydark,
és
andthewindhowledhorriblyaroundher,de
butDorothyfoundshewasridingquiteeasily.Után
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,és
andoneothertimewhentheház
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeababyinacradle.Toto
tetszett
didnotlikeit.He
futott
ranabouttheroom,nowitt
here,nowthere,barkingloudly;de
butDorothysatquitestillonthefloorés
andwaitedtoseewhatfog
wouldhappen.OnceTotogot
túl
tooneartheopentrapdoor,és
andfellin;andat
először
firstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.De
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingfel
upthroughthehole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimfel
upsothathecouldnotfall.Shecreptto
a
thehole,caughtTotobya
theear,anddraggedhimintoa
theroomagain,afterwardclosinga
thetrapdoorsothatnotöbb
moreaccidentscouldhappen.Hourafterhourpassed
el
away,andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;de
butshefeltquitelonely,és
andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherhogy
thatshenearlybecamedeaf.At
először
firstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhentheház
housefellagain;butasthehourspassed
és
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingés
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyés
andseewhatthefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawled
át
overtheswayingfloortoherbed,és
andlaydownuponit;és
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
egy
ashock,sosuddenandseverehogy
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftágyban
bedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreath
és
andwonderwhathadhappened;és
andTotoputhiscoldkis
littlenoseintoherfaceés
andwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
és
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmozog
moving;norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthewindow,floodingthe
kis
littleroom.Shesprangfromherbed
és
andwithTotoatherheelsfutott
ranandopenedthedoor.Thelittle
kislány
girlgaveacryofamazementés
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerés
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshelátott
saw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
házat
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofegy
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrich
és
andlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
és
andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangés
andflutteredinthetreesés
andbushes.Alittlewayoffwas
egy
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongközött
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinegy
avoiceverygratefultoegy
alittlegirlwhohadélt
livedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.Miközben
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangeés
andbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardheregy
agroupofthequeerestemberek
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigas
a
thegrownfolkshehadmindig
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
nagyon
verysmall.Infact,theyseemed
mintegy
aboutastallasDorothy,whowasegy
awell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofarasnéz ki
looksgo,manyyearsolder.Hárman
Threeweremenandoneanő
woman,andallwereoddlydressed.Theyworeroundhatsthatroseto
egy
asmallpointafootabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymozogtak
moved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwas
fehér
white,andsheworeafehér
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthesun
mint
likediamonds.Themenweredressedinblue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,
és
andworewell-polishedbootswithadeeprollofblueatthetops.Themen,Dorothy
gondolta
thought,wereaboutasoldasBácsi
UncleHenry,fortwoofthemvolt
hadbeards.Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
sokkal
mucholder.Herfacewascovered
a
withwrinkles,herhairwasnearlyfehér
white,andshewalkedratherstiffly.Amikor
Whenthesepeopledrewnearthehouseahol
whereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedés
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtojönni
comefarther.ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madealowbow
és
andsaid,inasweetvoice:.“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
vagyunk
havingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast,és
andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothylistenedto
ezt
thisspeechwithwonder.Whatcouldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanby
hívja
callingherasorceress,andmondja
sayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittle
kislány
girl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonesok
manymilesfromhome;andshehadneverkilled
semmit
anythinginallherlife.De
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;soDorothy
mondta
said,withhesitation,“Youareverykedves
kind,buttheremustbesomemistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthe
kis
littleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andthatistheugyanaz
samething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothecornerofthe
ház
house.“Therearehertwofeet,stillstickingoutfromunder
egy
ablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
és
andgavealittlecryoffright.Ott
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthenagy
greatbeamthehouserestedon,két
twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
össze
togetherindismay.“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”
mondta
saidthelittlewomancalmly.“But
ki
whowasshe?”askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“Shehasheld
összes
alltheMunchkinsinbondageforsok
manyyears,makingthemslaveforheréjjel
nightandday.Nowtheyareallsetfree,
és
andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”“Whoare
a
theMunchkins?”inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethe
emberek
peoplewholiveinthislandoftheEastahol
wheretheWickedWitchruled.”“Areyou
egy
aMunchkin?”askedDorothy.
“No,
de
butIamtheirfriend,althoughIélek
liveinthelandoftheNorth.Amikor
WhentheysawtheWitchoftheEastwasdeadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,és
andIcameatonce.Iam
az
theWitchoftheNorth.”“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
a
thelittlewoman.“ButIama
jó
goodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwas
aki
whoruledhere,orIshouldvolna
havesetthepeoplefreemyself.”“ButIthought
minden
allwitcheswerewicked,”saidthelány
girl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingegy
arealwitch.“Oh,no,thatis
egy
agreatmistake.Therewere
csak
onlyfourwitchesinallaz
theLandofOz,andtwoofthem,thoseakik
wholiveintheNorthés
andtheSouth,aregoodwitches.I
tudom
knowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,és
andcannotbemistaken.Those
akik
whodweltintheEastés
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;de
butnowthatyouhavekilledegy
oneofthem,thereisde
butoneWickedWitchinalltheLandofOz—theegy
onewholivesintheWest.”“But,”
mondta
saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmmár
hastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquired
a
thelittleoldwoman.“Sheismyaunt
aki
wholivesinKansas,whereIjöttem
camefrom.”TheWitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkfor
egy
atime,withherheadbowedés
andhereyesupontheground.Thenshelookedup
és
andsaid,“Idonottudom
knowwhereKansasis,forIhaveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.De
Buttellme,isitegy
acivilizedcountry?”“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsfor
ez
it.InthecivilizedcountriesI
hiszem
believetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.De
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthetöbbi
restoftheworld.Thereforewestill
vannak
havewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”“Whoare
a
thewizards?”askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
a
theGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.“Heismorepowerful
mint
thanalltherestofustogether.HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,
de
butjustthentheMunchkins,akik
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gaveegy
aloudshoutandpointedtothecorneroftheház
housewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
kérdezte
askedthelittleoldwoman,és
andlooked,andbegantolaugh.Thefeetofthe
halott
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,és
andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedtheWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.
De
Butthesilvershoesareyours,és
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddown
és
andpickeduptheshoes,és
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”
mondta
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;de
butwhatitisweneverknew.”Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothehouse
és
andplacedthemonthetable.Thenshecameout
újra
againtotheMunchkinsandmondta
said:.“Iamanxioustogetbacktomyaunt
és
anduncle,forIambiztos
suretheywillworryaboutme.Canyouhelpme
megtalálni
findmyway?”TheMunchkins
és
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,és
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“AttheEast,not
messze
farfromhere,”saidone,“thereisanagy
greatdesert,andnonecouldélne
livetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”
mondta
saidanother,“forIhavebeenott
thereandseenit.TheSouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”saidthethird
férfi
man,“thatitisthesameattheWest.És
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkiesélnek
live,isruledbytheWickedWitchoftheWest,aki
whowouldmakeyouherslaveha
ifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”
mondta
saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeistheugyanaz
samegreatdesertthatsurroundsezt
thisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamongall
ezek
thesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
és
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthe
kis
littleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapés
andbalancedthepointonthevégén
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,kettő
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedto
egy
aslate,onwhichwasírtak
writteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.“LETDOROTHYGOTO
Az
THECITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittleoldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,
és
andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”answered
a
thechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.“Thenyou
kell
mustgototheCityofEmeralds.Talán
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”“Whereis
ez
thiscity?”askedDorothy.
“Itis
pontosan
exactlyinthecenteroftheország
country,andisruledbyOz,theNagy
GreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Ishea
jó
goodman?”