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

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
og
and
fairytaleshavefollowedchildhood
gjennom
through
theages,foreveryhealthyyoungster
har
has
awholesomeandinstinctive
kjærlighet
love
forstoriesfantastic,marvelous
og
and
manifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
og
and
Andersenhavebroughtmore
lykke
happiness
tochildishheartsthanall
andre
other
humancreations.
Yetthe
gamle
old
timefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,
kan
may
nowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthe
tiden
time
hascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,
dverg
dwarf
andfairyareeliminated,
sammen
together
withallthehorrible
og
and
blood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorsto
peke
point
afearsomemoralto
hver
each
tale.
Moderneducationincludes
moral
morality
;
thereforethemodernchild
søker
seeks
onlyentertainmentinitswondertales
og
and
gladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Having
denne
this
thoughtinmind,the
historien
story
of“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”was
skrevet
written
solelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeing
et
a
modernizedfairytale,inwhich
den
the
wondermentandjoyare
beholdt
retained
andtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
Kapittel
Chapter
ITheCyclone
Dorothylivedin
de
the
midstofthegreatKansasprairies,
med
with
UncleHenry,whowas
en
a
farmer,andAuntEm,
som
who
wasthefarmer’swife.
Their
hus
house
wassmall,forthelumberto
bygge
build
ithadtobecarriedby
vogn
wagon
manymiles.
Therewere
fire
four
walls,afloorand
et
a
roof,whichmadeone
rom
room
;
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,a
skap
cupboard
forthedishes,a
bord
table
,threeorfourchairs,
og
and
thebeds.
UncleHenry
og
and
AuntEmhada
stor
big
bedinonecorner,
og
and
Dorothyalittlebedinanother
hjørne
corner
.
Therewasnogarretatall,
og
and
nocellar—exceptasmall
hull
hole
dugintheground,
kalt
called
acyclonecellar,wherethefamily
kunne
could
goincaseoneofthose
store
great
whirlwindsarose,mightyenoughto
knuse
crush
anybuildinginitspath.
Itwas
nådd
reached
byatrapdoorinthe
midten
middle
ofthefloor,fromwhich
en
a
ladderleddownintothe
lille
small
,darkhole.
WhenDorothystoodin
den
the
doorwayandlookedaround,she
kunne
could
seenothingbutthe
store
great
grayprairieoneveryside.
Not
et
a
treenorahouse
brøt
broke
thebroadsweepofflat
land
country
thatreachedtothe
kanten
edge
oftheskyinalldirections.
The
solen
sun
hadbakedtheplowed
landet
land
intoagraymass,
med
with
littlecracksrunningthrough
det
it
.
Eventhegrasswasnot
grønt
green
,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethe
samme
same
graycolortobeseen
overalt
everywhere
.
Oncethehousehadbeen
malt
painted
,butthesunblistered
den
the
paintandtherains
vasket
washed
itaway,andnow
den
the
housewasasdull
og
and
grayaseverythingelse.
Da
When
AuntEmcametheretoliveshewas
en
a
young,prettywife.
The
solen
sun
andwindhadchanged
henne
her
,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
og
and
leftthemasober
grå
gray
;
theyhadtakenthe
røde
red
fromhercheeksandlips,
og
and
theyweregrayalso.
Shewas
tynn
thin
andgaunt,andnever
smilte
smiled
now.
WhenDorothy,whowasan
foreldreløs
orphan
,firstcametoher,
Tante
Aunt
Emhadbeensostartledbythechild’s
latter
laughter
thatshewouldscream
og
and
pressherhanduponher
hjerte
heart
wheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
og
and
shestilllookedat
den
the
littlegirlwithwonder
at
that
shecouldfindanythingto
le
laugh
at.
UncleHenrynever
lo
laughed
.
Heworkedhardfrom
morgen
morning
tillnightanddidnot
visste
know
whatjoywas.
Hewas
grå
gray
also,fromhislong
skjegg
beard
tohisroughboots,
og
and
helookedsternand
høytidelig
solemn
,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
le
laugh
,andsavedherfromgrowingas
grå
gray
asherothersurroundings.
Totowasnot
grå
gray
;
hewasalittle
svart
black
dog,withlongsilky
hår
hair
andsmallblackeyes
som
that
twinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,wee
nese
nose
.
Totoplayedalldaylong,
og
and
Dorothyplayedwithhim,
og
and
lovedhimdearly.
Today,
imidlertid
however
,theywerenotplaying.
Onkel
Uncle
Henrysatuponthedoorstep
og
and
lookedanxiouslyatthe
himmelen
sky
,whichwasevengrayer
enn
than
usual.
Dorothystoodinthe
døren
door
withTotoinherarms,
og
and
lookedatthesky
også
too
.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefar
nord
north
theyheardalowwailofthewind,
og
and
UncleHenryandDorothy
kunne
could
seewherethelonggrass
bøyde
bowed
inwavesbeforethecomingstorm.
There
now
cameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
sør
south
,andastheyturnedtheireyesthat
måten
way
theysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirection
også
also
.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystood
opp
up
.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
kone
wife
.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
løp
ran
towardtheshedswherethecows
og
and
horseswerekept.
AuntEm
droppet
dropped
herworkandcametothe
døren
door
.
Oneglancetoldherofthe
faren
danger
closeathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
skrek
screamed
.
“Runforthecellar!”
Totojumped
ut
out
ofDorothy’sarmsand
gjemte
hid
underthebed,andthe
jenta
girl
startedtogethim.
Tante
Aunt
Em,badlyfrightened,threw
åpen
open
thetrapdoorinthe
gulvet
floor
andclimbeddownthe
stigen
ladder
intothesmall,darkhole.
Dorothy
fanget
caught
Totoatlastand
begynte
started
tofollowheraunt.
Da
When
shewashalfwayacrossthe
rommet
room
therecameagreatshriekfromthewind,
og
and
thehouseshookso
hardt
hard
thatshelostherfooting
og
and
satdownsuddenlyuponthe
gulvet
floor
.
Thenastrangething
skjedde
happened
.
Thehousewhirledaround
to
two
orthreetimesand
steg
rose
slowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltas
om
if
sheweregoingupin
en
a
balloon.
Thenorthandsouthwinds
møttes
met
wherethehousestood,
og
and
madeittheexact
sentrum
center
ofthecyclone.
Inthe
midten
middle
ofacyclonetheairis
vanligvis
generally
still,butthegreatpressureofthewindon
hver
every
sideofthehouseraisedit
opp
up
higherandhigher,untilitwasatthevery
toppen
top
ofthecyclone;
andthereit
forble
remained
andwascarriedmiles
og
and
milesawayaseasilyasyou
kunne
could
carryafeather.
Itwas
veldig
very
dark,andthewindhowled
forferdelig
horribly
aroundher,butDorothy
fant
found
shewasridingquiteeasily.
Etter
After
thefirstfewwhirls
rundt
around
,andoneothertime
da
when
thehousetippedbadly,shefeltas
om
if
shewerebeingrockedgently,likea
baby
baby
inacradle.
Totodidnot
likte
like
it.
Heranaboutthe
rommet
room
,nowhere,nowthere,
bjeffer
barking
loudly;
butDorothysat
ganske
quite
stillonthefloor
og
and
waitedtoseewhat
ville
would
happen.
OnceTotogot
for
too
neartheopentrapdoor,
og
and
fellin;
andatfirst
den
the
littlegirlthoughtshe
hadde
had
losthim.
Butsoonshe
saw
oneofhisears
stikke
sticking
upthroughthehole,forthestrongpressureoftheairwas
holdt
keeping
himupsothathe
kunne
could
notfall.
Shecrepttothehole,
fanget
caught
Totobytheear,
og
and
draggedhimintothe
rommet
room
again,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorso
at
that
nomoreaccidentscould
skje
happen
.
Hourafterhourpassed
bort
away
,andslowlyDorothygot
over
over
herfright;
butshefelt
ganske
quite
lonely,andthewindshriekedso
høyt
loudly
allaboutherthatshe
nesten
nearly
becamedeaf.
Atfirstshe
hadde
had
wonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
når
when
thehousefellagain;
men
but
asthehourspassed
og
and
nothingterriblehappened,she
sluttet
stopped
worryingandresolvedto
vente
wait
calmlyandseewhatthe
fremtiden
future
wouldbring.
Atlastshe
krøp
crawled
overtheswayingfloortoher
sengen
bed
,andlaydownupon
det
it
;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbeside
henne
her
.
ChapterIITheCouncil
med
with
theMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
et
a
shock,sosuddenand
alvorlig
severe
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingon
den
the
softbedshemight
ha
have
beenhurt.
Asitwas,thejar
gjorde
made
hercatchherbreath
og
and
wonderwhathadhappened;
og
and
Totoputhiscold
lille
little
noseintoherface
og
and
whineddismally.
Dorothysat
opp
up
andnoticedthatthe
huset
house
wasnotmoving;
norwasit
mørkt
dark
,forthebrightsunshine
kom
came
inatthewindow,floodingthe
lille
little
room.
Shesprangfromher
sengen
bed
andwithTotoatherheels
løp
ran
andopenedthedoor.
The
lille
little
girlgaveacryofamazement
og
and
lookedabouther,hereyes
vokser
growing
biggerandbiggeratthe
fantastiske
wonderful
sightsshesaw.
Thecyclone
hadde
had
setthehousedown
veldig
very
gently—foracyclone—inthemidstofa
land
country
ofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,
med
with
statelytreesbearingrich
og
and
lusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereon
hver
every
hand,andbirdswith
sjeldne
rare
andbrilliantplumagesang
og
and
flutteredinthetrees
og
and
bushes.
Alittlewayoffwas
en
a
smallbrook,rushingandsparkling
langs
along
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringin
en
a
voiceverygratefulto
en
a
littlegirlwhohadlivedso
lenge
long
onthedry,grayprairies.
Mens
While
shestoodlookingeagerlyat
de
the
strangeandbeautifulsights,she
merke
noticed
comingtowardhera
gruppe
group
ofthequeerestpeopleshe
hadde
had
everseen.
Theywerenotas
store
big
asthegrownfolkshe
hadde
had
alwaysbeenusedto;
men
but
neitherweretheyvery
små
small
.
Infact,theyseemed
om
about
astallasDorothy,whowas
et
a
well-grownchildforher
alder
age
,althoughtheywere,so
langt
far
aslooksgo,manyyears
eldre
older
.
Threeweremenandonea
kvinne
woman
,andallwereoddly
kledd
dressed
.
Theyworeroundhatsthat
steg
rose
toasmallpointa
fot
foot
abovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkled
søtt
sweetly
astheymoved.
Thehatsofthemenwere
blå
blue
;
thelittlewoman’shatwas
hvit
white
,andsheworea
hvit
white
gownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Over
Over
itweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedin
den
the
sunlikediamonds.
Themenwere
kledd
dressed
inblue,ofthe
samme
same
shadeastheirhats,
og
and
worewell-polishedbootswith
en
a
deeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothy
tenkte
thought
,wereaboutasoldas
Onkel
Uncle
Henry,fortwoofthem
hadde
had
beards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
mye
much
older.
Herfacewas
dekket
covered
withwrinkles,herhairwas
nesten
nearly
white,andshewalked
ganske
rather
stiffly.
Whenthesepeopledrewnearthe
huset
house
whereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,they
stanset
paused
andwhisperedamongthemselves,as
om
if
afraidtocomefarther.
Men
But
thelittleoldwoman
gikk
walked
uptoDorothy,made
en
a
lowbowandsaid,in
en
a
sweetvoice:.
“Youare
velkommen
welcome
,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
landet
land
oftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
har
having
killedtheWickedWitchof
den
the
East,andforsettingour
folk
people
freefrombondage.”
Dorothy
lyttet
listened
tothisspeechwith
undring
wonder
.
Whatcouldthelittlewoman
muligens
possibly
meanbycallingher
en
a
sorceress,andsayingshe
hadde
had
killedtheWickedWitchof
den
the
East?
Dorothywasan
uskyldig
innocent
,harmlesslittlegirl,who
hadde
had
beencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
og
and
shehadneverkilled
noe
anything
inallherlife.
Men
But
thelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedherto
svare
answer
;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youare
veldig
very
kind,buttheremustbesome
feil
mistake
.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
hus
house
did,anyway,”repliedthe
lille
little
oldwoman,witha
latter
laugh
,“andthatisthe
samme
same
thing.
See!”
shecontinued,
pekte
pointing
tothecornerofthe
huset
house
.
“Therearehertwo
føtter
feet
,stillstickingoutfrom
under
under
ablockofwood.”
Dorothy
looked
,andgavealittle
skrik
cry
offright.
There,indeed,just
under
under
thecornerofthe
store
great
beamthehouserested
on
,twofeetweresticking
ut
out
,shodinsilvershoes
med
with
pointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
gråt
cried
Dorothy,claspingherhands
sammen
together
indismay.
“Thehouse
must
havefallenonher.
Hva
Whatever
shallwedo?”
“Thereis
ingenting
nothing
tobedone,”said
den
the
littlewomancalmly.
“But
hvem
who
wasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
den
the
WickedWitchofthe
Østen
East
,asIsaid,”answered
den
the
littlewoman.
“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,
gjort
making
themslaveforher
natt
night
andday.
Nowtheyareall
satt
set
free,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
spurte
inquired
Dorothy.
“Theyarethepeople
som
who
liveinthislandof
den
the
EastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
en
a
Munchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheir
venn
friend
,althoughIliveinthe
landet
land
oftheNorth.
Whenthey
saw
theWitchoftheEastwas
død
dead
theMunchkinssentaswift
budbringer
messenger
tome,andI
kom
came
atonce.
IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
gråt
cried
Dorothy.
“Areyoua
ekte
real
witch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
den
the
littlewoman.
“ButIam
en
a
goodwitch,andthe
folk
people
loveme.
Iamnotas
mektig
powerful
astheWickedWitchwaswho
styrte
ruled
here,orIshould
ha
have
setthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
trodde
thought
allwitcheswerewicked,”
sa
said
thegirl,whowashalffrightenedat
møte
facing
arealwitch.
“Oh,
nei
no
,thatisagreat
feil
mistake
.
Therewereonlyfourwitchesinallthe
Land
Land
ofOz,andtwoof
dem
them
,thosewholiveinthe
Nord
North
andtheSouth,are
gode
good
witches.
Iknowthisis
sant
true
,forIamoneofthemmyself,
og
and
cannotbemistaken.
Those
som
who
dweltintheEast
og
and
theWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
men
but
nowthatyouhavekilled
en
one
ofthem,thereis
men
but
oneWickedWitchinall
den
the
LandofOz—theonewholivesin
den
the
West.”
“But,”saidDorothy,
etter
after
amoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldme
at
that
thewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tante
Aunt
Em?”
inquiredthelittle
gamle
old
woman.
“Sheismy
tante
aunt
wholivesinKansas,
hvor
where
Icamefrom.”
TheWitchofthe
Nord
North
seemedtothinkfor
en
a
time,withherhead
bøyde
bowed
andhereyesuponthe
bakken
ground
.
Thenshelookedup
og
and
said,“Idonot
vet
know
whereKansasis,forI
har
have
neverheardthatcountry
nevnt
mentioned
before.
Buttellme,isit
et
a
civilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”
svarte
replied
Dorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
In
de
the
civilizedcountriesIbelieve
det
there
arenowitchesleft,
heller
nor
wizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Men
But
,yousee,theLandofOz
har
has
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthe
resten
rest
oftheworld.
Thereforewe
fortsatt
still
havewitchesandwizards
blant
amongst
us.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
spurte
asked
Dorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
den
the
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,
synker
sinking
hervoicetoawhisper.
“Heismorepowerful
enn
than
alltherestofus
sammen
together
.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanother
spørsmål
question
,butjustthentheMunchkins,
som
who
hadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gave
et
a
loudshoutandpointedto
den
the
cornerofthehouse
hvor
where
theWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
spurte
asked
thelittleoldwoman,
og
and
looked,andbeganto
le
laugh
.
Thefeetofthe
døde
dead
Witchhaddisappearedentirely,
og
and
nothingwasleftbut
den
the
silvershoes.
“Shewassoold,”
forklarte
explained
theWitchofthe
Nord
North
,“thatshedriedup
raskt
quickly
inthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Men
But
thesilvershoesareyours,
og
and
youshallhavethemtowear.”
Shereached
ned
down
andpickedupthe
skoene
shoes
,andaftershakingthe
støvet
dust
outofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“The
Witch
Witch
oftheEastwas
stolt
proud
ofthosesilvershoes,”
sa
said
oneoftheMunchkins,“and
det
there
issomecharmconnectedwith
dem
them
;
butwhatitiswe
aldri
never
knew.”
Dorothycarriedthe
skoene
shoes
intothehouseand
plasserte
placed
themonthetable.
Thenshe
kom
came
outagaintotheMunchkins
og
and
said:.
“Iamanxiousto
komme
get
backtomyaunt
og
and
uncle,forIam
sikker
sure
theywillworryaboutme.
Kan
Can
youhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkins
og
and
theWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,
og
and
thenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Øst
East
,notfarfromhere,”
sa
said
one,“thereisa
stor
great
desert,andnonecould
leve
live
tocrossit.”
“Itisthe
samme
same
attheSouth,”saidanother,“forI
har
have
beenthereandseenit.
The
Sør
South
isthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
sa
said
thethirdman,“thatitis
den
the
sameattheWest.
Og
And
thatcountry,wheretheWinkies
bor
live
,isruledbytheWickedWitchof
den
the
West,whowouldmakeyouher
slave
slave
ifyoupassedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
sa
said
theoldlady,“andatits
kanten
edge
isthesamegreat
ørkenen
desert
thatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’m
redd
afraid
,mydear,youwill
have
tolivewithus.”
Dorothy
begynte
began
tosobatthis,forshefelt
ensom
lonely
amongallthesestrange
folk
people
.
Hertearsseemedto
sørge
grieve
thekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
umiddelbart
immediately
tookouttheirhandkerchiefs
og
and
begantoweepalso.
Asfor
den
the
littleoldwoman,she
tok
took
offhercapand
balansert
balanced
thepointonthe
enden
end
ofhernose,whileshecounted“One,
to
two
,three”inasolemn
stemme
voice
.
Atoncethecap
endret
changed
toaslate,on
som
which
waswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHY
GO
TOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Den
The
littleoldwomantook
den
the
slatefromhernose,
og
and
havingreadthewordson
det
it
,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
svarte
answered
thechild,lookingup
og
and
dryinghertears.
“Thenyou
must
gototheCityofEmeralds.
PerhapsOz
vil
will
helpyou.”
“Whereis
denne
this
city?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
akkurat
exactly
inthecenterof
den
the
country,andisruledbyOz,
den
the
GreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
en
a
goodman?”