Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
és
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,forminden
everyhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeés
andinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantasztikus
fantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
és
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsmint
thanallotherhumancreations.Mégis
Yettheoldtimefairytale,már
havingservedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;forthe
ideje
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypeddzsinn
genie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,együtt
togetherwithallthehorribleés
andblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointegy
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.Modern
Moderneducationincludesmorality;thereforethe
modern
modernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesés
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Having
ezt
thisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”wasírták
writtensolelytopleasechildrenofmai
today.Itaspirestobeing
egy
amodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentés
andjoyareretainedandtheheartachesés
andnightmaresareleftout.L.
Fejezet
ChapterITheCycloneDorothy
élt
livedinthemidstofthenagy
greatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,aki
whowasafarmer,andAuntEm,aki
whowasthefarmer’swife.Theirhousewas
kicsi
small,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonsok
manymiles.Therewerefourwalls,a
padló
floorandaroof,whichmadeoneroom;és
andthisroomcontainedarozsdás
rustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,egy
atable,threeorfourchairs,és
andthebeds.UncleHenry
és
andAuntEmhadanagy
bigbedinonecorner,és
andDorothyalittlebedinmásik
anothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,
és
andnocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethecsalád
familycouldgoincaseoneofthosenagy
greatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.Itwasreachedby
egy
atrapdoorintheközepén
middleofthefloor,fromwhichegy
aladderleddownintothekis
small,darkhole.WhenDorothystoodinthe
ajtóban
doorwayandlookedaround,shecouldlátott
seenothingbutthegreatszürke
grayprairieoneveryside.Not
egy
atreenorahousebroketheszéles
broadsweepofflatcountryamely
thatreachedtotheedgeoftheég
skyinalldirections.The
nap
sunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoaszürke
graymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.Még
Eventhegrasswasnotzöld
green,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthehosszú
longbladesuntiltheyweretheugyanaz
samegraycolortobeseenmindenhol
everywhere.Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,
de
butthesunblisteredthepaintés
andtherainswasheditaway,és
andnowthehousewasastompa
dullandgrayaseverythingelse.Amikor
WhenAuntEmcametheretoélni
liveshewasayoung,csinos
prettywife.Thesunand
szél
windhadchangedher,too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
és
andleftthemasoberszürke
gray;theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeks
és
andlips,andtheyweregrayis
also.Shewasthinandgaunt,
és
andneversmilednow.WhenDorothy,
aki
whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,Néni
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbya
thechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamés
andpressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’svidám
merryvoicereachedherears;és
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwithwonderthatshetudott
couldfindanythingtolaughat.Bácsi
UncleHenryneverlaughed.He
dolgozott
workedhardfrommorningtillnightés
anddidnotknowwhatöröm
joywas.Hewasgray
is
also,fromhislongbeardtohisdurva
roughboots,andhelookedszigorú
sternandsolemn,andrarelyspoke.ItwasToto
hogy
thatmadeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingasszürke
grayasherothersurroundings.Totowasnot
szürke
gray;hewasalittle
fekete
blackdog,withlongsilkyhairés
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisvicces
funny,weenose.Totoplayedall
nap
daylong,andDorothyplayedwithvele
him,andlovedhimdearly.Ma
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.Bácsi
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepés
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,amely
whichwasevengrayerthanusual.DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,
és
andlookedattheskyis
too.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefarnorththeyheardalowwailofthe
szél
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethehosszú
longgrassbowedinwaveselőtt
beforethecomingstorm.There
most
nowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthesouth,és
andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheylátták
sawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionis
also.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’ll
megyek
golookafterthestock.”Thenheran
felé
towardtheshedswherethecowsés
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedherwork
és
andcametothedoor.Egy
Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
és
andhidunderthebed,és
andthegirlstartedtogethim.Néni
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthefloorés
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,andmadeitthepontos
exactcenterofthecyclone.Inthe
közepén
middleofacyclonethelevegő
airisgenerallystill,butthenagy
greatpressureofthewindonminden
everysideofthehouseraisedituphigherés
andhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;és
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmilesés
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldcarryegy
afeather.Itwasvery
sötét
dark,andthewindhowledszörnyen
horriblyaroundher,butDorothytalálta
foundshewasridingquitekönnyen
easily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
és
andoneothertimewhentheház
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgyengéden
gently,likeababyinacradle.Toto
tetszett
didnotlikeit.He
futott
ranabouttheroom,nowhere,most
nowthere,barkingloudly;butDorothy
ült
satquitestillonthefloorés
andwaitedtoseewhatfog
wouldhappen.OnceTotogot
túl
tooneartheopentrapdoor,és
andfellin;andat
először
firstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.De
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingfel
upthroughthehole,fortheerős
strongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimfel
upsothathecouldnotfall.Shecreptto
a
thehole,caughtTotobya
theear,anddraggedhimintoa
theroomagain,afterwardclosinga
thetrapdoorsothatnotöbb
moreaccidentscouldhappen.Hourafterhourpassed
el
away,andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;de
butshefeltquitelonely,és
andthewindshriekedsohangosan
loudlyallaboutherthatshemajdnem
nearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehad
vajon
wonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhentheház
housefellagain;butasthehourspassed
és
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingés
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyés
andseewhatthefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawled
át
overtheswayingfloortoherbed,és
andlaydownuponit;és
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.Fejezet
ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkinsShewasawakenedby
egy
ashock,sosuddenandsúlyos
severethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthepuha
softbedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreath
és
andwonderwhathadhappened;és
andTotoputhiscoldkis
littlenoseintoherfaceés
andwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
és
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmozog
moving;norwasitdark,forthe
ragyogó
brightsunshinecameinatthewindow,floodingthekis
littleroom.Shesprangfromherbed
és
andwithTotoatherheelsfutott
ranandopenedthedoor.Thelittle
kislány
girlgaveacryofamazementés
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerés
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshelátott
saw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
házat
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofegy
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.Therewere
gyönyörű
lovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearinggazdag
richandlusciousfruits.Banksof
gyönyörű
gorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,és
andbirdswithrareandragyogó
brilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesés
andbushes.Alittlewayoffwas
egy
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongközött
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinegy
avoiceverygratefultoegy
alittlegirlwhohadélt
livedsolongontheszáraz
dry,grayprairies.Whileshestoodlooking
lelkesen
eagerlyatthestrangeandgyönyörű
beautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardheregy
agroupofthequeerestemberek
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigas
a
thegrownfolkshehadmindig
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
nagyon
verysmall.Infact,theyseemedaboutas
magas
tallasDorothy,whowasegy
awell-grownchildforherage,bár
althoughtheywere,sofarasnéz ki
looksgo,manyyearsolder.Threeweremen
és
andoneawoman,andallwereoddlydressed.Theywore
kör
roundhatsthatrosetoegy
asmallpointafootfelett
abovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledédesen
sweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwas
fehér
white,andsheworeafehér
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthesun
mint
likediamonds.Themenweredressedin
kék
blue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,és
andworewell-polishedbootswithamély
deeprollofblueatthetops.Themen,Dorothy
gondolta
thought,wereaboutasoldasBácsi
UncleHenry,fortwoofthemvolt
hadbeards.Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
sokkal
mucholder.Herfacewascovered
a
withwrinkles,herhairwasmajdnem
nearlywhite,andshewalkedmeglehetősen
ratherstiffly.Whenthesepeopledrewnearthehouse
ahol
whereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedés
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtojönni
comefarther.ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madealow
meghajolt
bowandsaid,inaédes
sweetvoice:.“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
vagyunk
havingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheKelet
East,andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothylistenedto
ezt
thisspeechwithwonder.Whatcouldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanby
hívja
callingherasorceress,andmondja
sayingshehadkilledtheGonosz
WickedWitchoftheEast?Dorothywasan
ártatlan
innocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whovolt
hadbeencarriedbyacyclonesok
manymilesfromhome;andshehadneverkilled
semmit
anythinginallherlife.De
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;soDorothy
mondta
said,withhesitation,“Youareverykedves
kind,buttheremustbesometévedés
mistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”
válaszolta
repliedthelittleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andthatistheugyanaz
samething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothecornerofthe
ház
house.“Therearehertwofeet,stillstickingoutfromunder
egy
ablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
és
andgavealittlecryoffélelem
fright.There,indeed,justunderthe
sarok
cornerofthegreatbeamtheház
houserestedon,twofeetwerestickingout,shodinezüst
silvershoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
össze
togetherindismay.“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”
mondta
saidthelittlewomancalmly.“But
ki
whowasshe?”askedDorothy.
“Shewasthe
Gonosz
WickedWitchoftheEast,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,bár
althoughIliveinthelandoftheÉszak
North.WhentheysawtheWitchofthe
Kelet
EastwasdeadtheMunchkinssentagyors
swiftmessengertome,andIcameatonce.Iam
az
theWitchoftheNorth.”“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
a
thelittlewoman.“ButIama
jó
goodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.Iamnotas
erős
powerfulastheWickedWitchwasaki
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,gonosz
wickedwitches;butnowthatyouhavekilled
egy
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,theLandofOzhasneverbeencivilizált
civilized,forwearecutofffromallthetöbbi
restoftheworld.Thereforewestill
vannak
havewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”“Whoare
a
thewizards?”askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
a
theGreatWizard,”answeredtheBoszorkány
Witch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.“Heismorepowerful
mint
thanalltherestofustogether.HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,
de
butjustthentheMunchkins,akik
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gaveegy
aloudshoutandpointedtothecorneroftheház
housewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
kérdezte
askedthelittleoldwoman,és
andlooked,andbegantonevetni
laugh.Thefeetofthe
halott
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,és
andnothingwasleftbuttheezüst
silvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedthe
Boszorkány
WitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupgyorsan
quicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.De
Butthesilvershoesareyours,és
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddown
és
andpickeduptheshoes,és
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“The
Boszorkány
WitchoftheEastwasbüszke
proudofthosesilvershoes,”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.The
Dél
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”saidthe
harmadik
thirdman,“thatitisthesameattheWest.És
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkiesélnek
live,isruledbytheGonosz
WickedWitchoftheWest,aki
whowouldmakeyouherslaveha
ifyoupassedherway.”“The
Észak
Northismyhome,”saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeistheugyanaz
samegreatdesertthatsurroundsezt
thisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefeltlonely
között
amongallthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
azonnal
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsés
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthe
kis
littleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapés
andbalancedthepointonthevégén
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,kettő
two,three”inasolemnhangon
voice.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?”