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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
og
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhood
gjennom
throughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungster
har
hasawholesomeandinstinctive
kjærlighet
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelous
og
andmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
og
andAndersenhavebroughtmore
lykke
happinesstochildishheartsthanall
andre
otherhumancreations.
Yetthe
gamle
oldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,
kan
maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthe
tiden
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,
dverg
dwarfandfairyareeliminated,
sammen
togetherwithallthehorrible
og
andblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorsto
peke
pointafearsomemoralto
hver
eachtale.
Moderneducationincludes
moral
morality;
thereforethemodernchild
søker
seeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertales
og
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Having
denne
thisthoughtinmind,the
historien
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”was
skrevet
writtensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeing
et
amodernizedfairytale,inwhich
den
thewondermentandjoyare
beholdt
retainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
Kapittel
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothylivedin
de
themidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
med
withUncleHenry,whowas
en
afarmer,andAuntEm,
som
whowasthefarmer’swife.
Their
hus
housewassmall,forthelumberto
bygge
buildithadtobecarriedby
vogn
wagonmanymiles.
Therewere
fire
fourwalls,afloorand
et
aroof,whichmadeone
rom
room;
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,a
skap
cupboardforthedishes,a
bord
table,threeorfourchairs,
og
andthebeds.
UncleHenry
og
andAuntEmhada
stor
bigbedinonecorner,
og
andDorothyalittlebedinanother
hjørne
corner.
Therewasnogarretatall,
og
andnocellar—exceptasmall
hull
holedugintheground,
kalt
calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamily
kunne
couldgoincaseoneofthose
store
greatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughto
knuse
crushanybuildinginitspath.
Itwas
nådd
reachedbyatrapdoorinthe
midten
middleofthefloor,fromwhich
en
aladderleddownintothe
lille
small,darkhole.
WhenDorothystoodin
den
thedoorwayandlookedaround,she
kunne
couldseenothingbutthe
store
greatgrayprairieoneveryside.
Not
et
atreenorahouse
brøt
brokethebroadsweepofflat
land
countrythatreachedtothe
kanten
edgeoftheskyinalldirections.
The
solen
sunhadbakedtheplowed
landet
landintoagraymass,
med
withlittlecracksrunningthrough
det
it.
Eventhegrasswasnot
grønt
green,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethe
samme
samegraycolortobeseen
overalt
everywhere.
Oncethehousehadbeen
malt
painted,butthesunblistered
den
thepaintandtherains
vasket
washeditaway,andnow
den
thehousewasasdull
og
andgrayaseverythingelse.
Da
WhenAuntEmcametheretoliveshewas
en
ayoung,prettywife.
The
solen
sunandwindhadchanged
henne
her,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
og
andleftthemasober
grå
gray;
theyhadtakenthe
røde
redfromhercheeksandlips,
og
andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewas
tynn
thinandgaunt,andnever
smilte
smilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowasan
foreldreløs
orphan,firstcametoher,
Tante
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’s
latter
laughterthatshewouldscream
og
andpressherhanduponher
hjerte
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
og
andshestilllookedat
den
thelittlegirlwithwonder
at
thatshecouldfindanythingto
le
laughat.
UncleHenrynever
lo
laughed.
Heworkedhardfrom
morgen
morningtillnightanddidnot
visste
knowwhatjoywas.
Hewas
grå
grayalso,fromhislong
skjegg
beardtohisroughboots,
og
andhelookedsternand
høytidelig
solemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
le
laugh,andsavedherfromgrowingas
grå
grayasherothersurroundings.
Totowasnot
grå
gray;
hewasalittle
svart
blackdog,withlongsilky
hår
hairandsmallblackeyes
som
thattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,wee
nese
nose.
Totoplayedalldaylong,
og
andDorothyplayedwithhim,
og
andlovedhimdearly.
Today,
imidlertid
however,theywerenotplaying.
Onkel
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstep
og
andlookedanxiouslyatthe
himmelen
sky,whichwasevengrayer
enn
thanusual.
Dorothystoodinthe
døren
doorwithTotoinherarms,
og
andlookedatthesky
også
too.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefar
nord
norththeyheardalowwailofthewind,
og
andUncleHenryandDorothy
kunne
couldseewherethelonggrass
bøyde
bowedinwavesbeforethecomingstorm.
There
nå
nowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
sør
south,andastheyturnedtheireyesthat
måten
waytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirection
også
also.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystood
opp
up.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
kone
wife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
løp
rantowardtheshedswherethecows
og
andhorseswerekept.
AuntEm
droppet
droppedherworkandcametothe
døren
door.
Oneglancetoldherofthe
faren
dangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
skrek
screamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Totojumped
ut
outofDorothy’sarmsand
gjemte
hidunderthebed,andthe
jenta
girlstartedtogethim.
Tante
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threw
åpen
openthetrapdoorinthe
gulvet
floorandclimbeddownthe
stigen
ladderintothesmall,darkhole.
Dorothy
fanget
caughtTotoatlastand
begynte
startedtofollowheraunt.
Da
Whenshewashalfwayacrossthe
rommet
roomtherecameagreatshriekfromthewind,
og
andthehouseshookso
hardt
hardthatshelostherfooting
og
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthe
gulvet
floor.
Thenastrangething
skjedde
happened.
Thehousewhirledaround
to
twoorthreetimesand
steg
roseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltas
om
ifsheweregoingupin
en
aballoon.
Thenorthandsouthwinds
møttes
metwherethehousestood,
og
andmadeittheexact
sentrum
centerofthecyclone.
Inthe
midten
middleofacyclonetheairis
vanligvis
generallystill,butthegreatpressureofthewindon
hver
everysideofthehouseraisedit
opp
uphigherandhigher,untilitwasatthevery
toppen
topofthecyclone;
andthereit
forble
remainedandwascarriedmiles
og
andmilesawayaseasilyasyou
kunne
couldcarryafeather.
Itwas
veldig
verydark,andthewindhowled
forferdelig
horriblyaroundher,butDorothy
fant
foundshewasridingquiteeasily.
Etter
Afterthefirstfewwhirls
rundt
around,andoneothertime
da
whenthehousetippedbadly,shefeltas
om
ifshewerebeingrockedgently,likea
baby
babyinacradle.
Totodidnot
likte
likeit.
Heranaboutthe
rommet
room,nowhere,nowthere,
bjeffer
barkingloudly;
butDorothysat
ganske
quitestillonthefloor
og
andwaitedtoseewhat
ville
wouldhappen.
OnceTotogot
for
tooneartheopentrapdoor,
og
andfellin;
andatfirst
den
thelittlegirlthoughtshe
hadde
hadlosthim.
Butsoonshe
så
sawoneofhisears
stikke
stickingupthroughthehole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwas
holdt
keepinghimupsothathe
kunne
couldnotfall.
Shecrepttothehole,
fanget
caughtTotobytheear,
og
anddraggedhimintothe
rommet
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorso
at
thatnomoreaccidentscould
skje
happen.
Hourafterhourpassed
bort
away,andslowlyDorothygot
over
overherfright;
butshefelt
ganske
quitelonely,andthewindshriekedso
høyt
loudlyallaboutherthatshe
nesten
nearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshe
hadde
hadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
når
whenthehousefellagain;
men
butasthehourspassed
og
andnothingterriblehappened,she
sluttet
stoppedworryingandresolvedto
vente
waitcalmlyandseewhatthe
fremtiden
futurewouldbring.
Atlastshe
krøp
crawledovertheswayingfloortoher
sengen
bed,andlaydownupon
det
it;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbeside
henne
her.
ChapterIITheCouncil
med
withtheMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
et
ashock,sosuddenand
alvorlig
severethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingon
den
thesoftbedshemight
ha
havebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejar
gjorde
madehercatchherbreath
og
andwonderwhathadhappened;
og
andTotoputhiscold
lille
littlenoseintoherface
og
andwhineddismally.
Dorothysat
opp
upandnoticedthatthe
huset
housewasnotmoving;
norwasit
mørkt
dark,forthebrightsunshine
kom
cameinatthewindow,floodingthe
lille
littleroom.
Shesprangfromher
sengen
bedandwithTotoatherheels
løp
ranandopenedthedoor.
The
lille
littlegirlgaveacryofamazement
og
andlookedabouther,hereyes
vokser
growingbiggerandbiggeratthe
fantastiske
wonderfulsightsshesaw.
Thecyclone
hadde
hadsetthehousedown
veldig
verygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofa
land
countryofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,
med
withstatelytreesbearingrich
og
andlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereon
hver
everyhand,andbirdswith
sjeldne
rareandbrilliantplumagesang
og
andflutteredinthetrees
og
andbushes.
Alittlewayoffwas
en
asmallbrook,rushingandsparkling
langs
alongbetweengreenbanks,andmurmuringin
en
avoiceverygratefulto
en
alittlegirlwhohadlivedso
lenge
longonthedry,grayprairies.
Mens
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyat
de
thestrangeandbeautifulsights,she
merke
noticedcomingtowardhera
gruppe
groupofthequeerestpeopleshe
hadde
hadeverseen.
Theywerenotas
store
bigasthegrownfolkshe
hadde
hadalwaysbeenusedto;
men
butneitherweretheyvery
små
small.
Infact,theyseemed
om
aboutastallasDorothy,whowas
et
awell-grownchildforher
alder
age,althoughtheywere,so
langt
faraslooksgo,manyyears
eldre
older.
Threeweremenandonea
kvinne
woman,andallwereoddly
kledd
dressed.
Theyworeroundhatsthat
steg
rosetoasmallpointa
fot
footabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkled
søtt
sweetlyastheymoved.
Thehatsofthemenwere
blå
blue;
thelittlewoman’shatwas
hvit
white,andsheworea
hvit
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Over
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedin
den
thesunlikediamonds.
Themenwere
kledd
dressedinblue,ofthe
samme
sameshadeastheirhats,
og
andworewell-polishedbootswith
en
adeeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothy
tenkte
thought,wereaboutasoldas
Onkel
UncleHenry,fortwoofthem
hadde
hadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
mye
mucholder.
Herfacewas
dekket
coveredwithwrinkles,herhairwas
nesten
nearlywhite,andshewalked
ganske
ratherstiffly.
Whenthesepeopledrewnearthe
huset
housewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,they
stanset
pausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,as
om
ifafraidtocomefarther.
Men
Butthelittleoldwoman
gikk
walkeduptoDorothy,made
en
alowbowandsaid,in
en
asweetvoice:.
“Youare
velkommen
welcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
landet
landoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
har
havingkilledtheWickedWitchof
den
theEast,andforsettingour
folk
peoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothy
lyttet
listenedtothisspeechwith
undring
wonder.
Whatcouldthelittlewoman
muligens
possiblymeanbycallingher
en
asorceress,andsayingshe
hadde
hadkilledtheWickedWitchof
den
theEast?
Dorothywasan
uskyldig
innocent,harmlesslittlegirl,who
hadde
hadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
og
andshehadneverkilled
noe
anythinginallherlife.
Men
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedherto
svare
answer;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youare
veldig
verykind,buttheremustbesome
feil
mistake.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
hus
housedid,anyway,”repliedthe
lille
littleoldwoman,witha
latter
laugh,“andthatisthe
samme
samething.
See!”
shecontinued,
pekte
pointingtothecornerofthe
huset
house.
“Therearehertwo
føtter
feet,stillstickingoutfrom
under
underablockofwood.”
Dorothy
så
looked,andgavealittle
skrik
cryoffright.
There,indeed,just
under
underthecornerofthe
store
greatbeamthehouserested
på
on,twofeetweresticking
ut
out,shodinsilvershoes
med
withpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
gråt
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
sammen
togetherindismay.
“Thehouse
må
musthavefallenonher.
Hva
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
ingenting
nothingtobedone,”said
den
thelittlewomancalmly.
“But
hvem
whowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
den
theWickedWitchofthe
Østen
East,asIsaid,”answered
den
thelittlewoman.
“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,
gjort
makingthemslaveforher
natt
nightandday.
Nowtheyareall
satt
setfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
spurte
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethepeople
som
wholiveinthislandof
den
theEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
en
aMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheir
venn
friend,althoughIliveinthe
landet
landoftheNorth.
Whenthey
så
sawtheWitchoftheEastwas
død
deadtheMunchkinssentaswift
budbringer
messengertome,andI
kom
cameatonce.
IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
gråt
criedDorothy.
“Areyoua
ekte
realwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
den
thelittlewoman.
“ButIam
en
agoodwitch,andthe
folk
peopleloveme.
Iamnotas
mektig
powerfulastheWickedWitchwaswho
styrte
ruledhere,orIshould
ha
havesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
trodde
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”
sa
saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedat
møte
facingarealwitch.
“Oh,
nei
no,thatisagreat
feil
mistake.
Therewereonlyfourwitchesinallthe
Land
LandofOz,andtwoof
dem
them,thosewholiveinthe
Nord
NorthandtheSouth,are
gode
goodwitches.
Iknowthisis
sant
true,forIamoneofthemmyself,
og
andcannotbemistaken.
Those
som
whodweltintheEast
og
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
men
butnowthatyouhavekilled
en
oneofthem,thereis
men
butoneWickedWitchinall
den
theLandofOz—theonewholivesin
den
theWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,
etter
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldme
at
thatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tante
AuntEm?”
inquiredthelittle
gamle
oldwoman.
“Sheismy
tante
auntwholivesinKansas,
hvor
whereIcamefrom.”
TheWitchofthe
Nord
Northseemedtothinkfor
en
atime,withherhead
bøyde
bowedandhereyesuponthe
bakken
ground.
Thenshelookedup
og
andsaid,“Idonot
vet
knowwhereKansasis,forI
har
haveneverheardthatcountry
nevnt
mentionedbefore.
Buttellme,isit
et
acivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”
svarte
repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
In
de
thecivilizedcountriesIbelieve
det
therearenowitchesleft,
heller
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Men
But,yousee,theLandofOz
har
hasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthe
resten
restoftheworld.
Thereforewe
fortsatt
stillhavewitchesandwizards
blant
amongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
spurte
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
den
theGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,
synker
sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.
“Heismorepowerful
enn
thanalltherestofus
sammen
together.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanother
spørsmål
question,butjustthentheMunchkins,
som
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gave
et
aloudshoutandpointedto
den
thecornerofthehouse
hvor
wheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
spurte
askedthelittleoldwoman,
og
andlooked,andbeganto
le
laugh.
Thefeetofthe
døde
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
og
andnothingwasleftbut
den
thesilvershoes.
“Shewassoold,”
forklarte
explainedtheWitchofthe
Nord
North,“thatshedriedup
raskt
quicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Men
Butthesilvershoesareyours,
og
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereached
ned
downandpickedupthe
skoene
shoes,andaftershakingthe
støvet
dustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“The
Witch
WitchoftheEastwas
stolt
proudofthosesilvershoes,”
sa
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“and
det
thereissomecharmconnectedwith
dem
them;
butwhatitiswe
aldri
neverknew.”
Dorothycarriedthe
skoene
shoesintothehouseand
plasserte
placedthemonthetable.
Thenshe
kom
cameoutagaintotheMunchkins
og
andsaid:.
“Iamanxiousto
komme
getbacktomyaunt
og
anduncle,forIam
sikker
suretheywillworryaboutme.
Kan
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkins
og
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,
og
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Øst
East,notfarfromhere,”
sa
saidone,“thereisa
stor
greatdesert,andnonecould
leve
livetocrossit.”
“Itisthe
samme
sameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forI
har
havebeenthereandseenit.
The
Sør
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
sa
saidthethirdman,“thatitis
den
thesameattheWest.
Og
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkies
bor
live,isruledbytheWickedWitchof
den
theWest,whowouldmakeyouher
slave
slaveifyoupassedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
sa
saidtheoldlady,“andatits
kanten
edgeisthesamegreat
ørkenen
desertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’m
redd
afraid,mydear,youwill
må
havetolivewithus.”
Dorothy
begynte
begantosobatthis,forshefelt
ensom
lonelyamongallthesestrange
folk
people.
Hertearsseemedto
sørge
grievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
umiddelbart
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
og
andbegantoweepalso.
Asfor
den
thelittleoldwoman,she
tok
tookoffhercapand
balansert
balancedthepointonthe
enden
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,
to
two,three”inasolemn
stemme
voice.
Atoncethecap
endret
changedtoaslate,on
som
whichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHY
Gå
GOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Den
Thelittleoldwomantook
den
theslatefromhernose,
og
andhavingreadthewordson
det
it,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
svarte
answeredthechild,lookingup
og
anddryinghertears.
“Thenyou
må
mustgototheCityofEmeralds.
PerhapsOz
vil
willhelpyou.”
“Whereis
denne
thiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
akkurat
exactlyinthecenterof
den
thecountry,andisruledbyOz,
den
theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
en
agoodman?”