Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
e
andfairytaleshavefollowedinfância
childhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthyjovem
youngsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveamor
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelouse
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
e
andAndersenhavebroughtmorefelicidade
happinesstochildishheartsthantodas as
allotherhumancreations.Yet
o
theoldtimefairytale,tendo
havingservedforgenerations,mayagora
nowbeclassedas“historical”ino
thechildren’slibrary;forthe
hora
timehascomeforasérie
seriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgênio
genie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,togethercom
withallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstoapontar
pointafearsomemoraltocada
eachtale.Moderneducationincludes
moralidade
morality;thereforethemodernchild
procura
seeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalese
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Tendo
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thehistória
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittenexclusivamente
solelytopleasechildrenofhoje
today.Itaspirestobeing
um
amodernizedfairytale,inqual
whichthewondermentandjoyareretainede
andtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftfora
out.L.
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothy
vivia
livedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,com
withUncleHenry,whowasafazendeiro
farmer,andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’sesposa
wife.Theirhousewassmall,forthe
madeira
lumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmuitos
manymiles.Therewerefourwalls,a
chão
floorandaroof,whichfaziam
madeoneroom;andthis
quarto
roomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,aarmário
cupboardforthedishes,amesa
table,threeorfourchairs,e
andthebeds.UncleHenry
e
andAuntEmhadagrande
bigbedinonecorner,e
andDorothyalittlebedinanothercanto
corner.Therewasnogarretatall,and
não
nocellar—exceptasmallholecavado
dugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,onde
wherethefamilycouldgoincaso
caseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindssurgir
arose,mightyenoughtocrushqualquer
anybuildinginitspath.Itwas
chegava
reachedbyatrapdoorina
themiddleofthefloor,fromqual
whichaladderleddownintoa
thesmall,darkhole.WhenDorothy
ficou
stoodinthedoorwayandolhou
lookedaround,shecouldseenada
nothingbutthegreatgraypradaria
prairieoneveryside.Not
uma
atreenorahousequebravam
brokethebroadsweepofplano
flatcountrythatreachedtotheborda
edgeoftheskyintodas as
alldirections.Thesunhadbakedtheplowed
terra
landintoagraymass,com
withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.Eventhe
grama
grasswasnotgreen,forthesol
sunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamecinza
graycolortobeseeneverywhere.Oncethe
casa
househadbeenpainted,butthesol
sunblisteredthepaintandtherainslavou
washeditaway,andnowthecasa
housewasasdullandcinza
grayaseverythingelse.When
Tia
AuntEmcametheretoviver
liveshewasayoung,bonita
prettywife.Thesunand
vento
windhadchangedher,too.They
tinham
hadtakenthesparklefromhereyese
andleftthemasobercinza
gray;theyhadtakenthe
vermelho
redfromhercheeksandlips,e
andtheyweregrayalso.Shewas
magra
thinandgaunt,andneversorriu
smilednow.WhenDorothy,whowasan
órfã
orphan,firstcametoher,Tia
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’sriso
laughterthatshewouldscreame
andpressherhanduponhercoração
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;e
andshestilllookedatthelittlemenina
girlwithwonderthatshepodia
couldfindanythingtolaughat.Tio
UncleHenryneverlaughed.He
trabalhou
workedhardfrommorningtillnighte
anddidnotknowwhatalegria
joywas.Hewasgray
também
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,e
andhelookedsternandsolene
solemn,andrarelyspoke.ItwasTotothat
fez
madeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromcrescer
growingasgrayasheroutros
othersurroundings.Totowasnot
cinzento
gray;hewasalittle
preto
blackdog,withlongsilkyhaire
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisengraçado
funny,weenose.Totoplayed
todo
alldaylong,andDorothybrincava
playedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.Hoje
Today,however,theywerenotjogando
playing.UncleHenrysatupon
o
thedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyato
thesky,whichwasevengrayerthanhabitual
usual.Dorothystoodinthe
porta
doorwithTotoinherarms,e
andlookedattheskytambém
too.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefar
norte
norththeyheardalowwailofthevento
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothypodiam
couldseewherethelonggrama
grassbowedinwavesbeforethecomingtempestade
storm.Therenowcameasharp
assobio
whistlingintheairfromos
thesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheyviram
sawripplesinthegrassvindo
comingfromthatdirectionalso.Suddenly
Tio
UncleHenrystoodup.“There’s
um
acyclonecoming,Em,”hechamou
calledtohiswife.“I’ll
vou
golookafterthestock.”Thenhe
correu
rantowardtheshedswherethecowse
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedher
trabalho
workandcametotheporta
door.Oneglancetoldherof
o
thedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
gritou
screamed.“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
saltou
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarmse
andhidunderthebed,e
andthegirlstartedtogethim.Tia
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwabriu
openthetrapdoorinthechão
floorandclimbeddowntheescada
ladderintothesmall,darkburaco
hole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
e
andstartedtofollowhertia
aunt.Whenshewashalfway
através
acrosstheroomtherecameum
agreatshriekfromthevento
wind,andthehouseshooksohardque
thatshelostherfootinge
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthechão
floor.Thenastrangething
aconteceu
happened.Thehousewhirledaround
duas
twoorthreetimesandroselentamente
slowlythroughtheair.Dorothy
sentiu
feltasifsheweregoingupinabalão
balloon.Thenorthandsouthwinds
encontraram
metwherethehousestood,e
andmadeittheexactcentro
centerofthecyclone.Inthe
meio
middleofacyclonethear
airisgenerallystill,butthegrande
greatpressureofthewindoncada
everysideofthehouselevantou
raisedituphigherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopo
topofthecyclone;and
lá
thereitremainedandwascarriedmilese
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoupudesse
couldcarryafeather.Itwasvery
escuro
dark,andthewindhowledhorrivelmente
horriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasmontando
ridingquiteeasily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
e
andoneothertimewhena
thehousetippedbadly,shesentiu
feltasifshewerebeingrockedsuavemente
gently,likeababyinaberço
cradle.Totodidnotlikeit.
He
correu
ranabouttheroom,nowaqui
here,nowthere,barkingloudly;mas
butDorothysatquitestillono
thefloorandwaitedtover
seewhatwouldhappen.OnceTotogottoo
perto
neartheopentrapdoor,e
andfellin;andatfirstthelittle
menina
girlthoughtshehadlosthim.Mas
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupatravés
throughthehole,fortheforte
strongpressureoftheairwasmantendo
keepinghimupsothathepudesse
couldnotfall.Shecrepttothe
buraco
hole,caughtTotobytheorelha
ear,anddraggedhimintothequarto
roomagain,afterwardclosingthearmadilha
trapdoorsothatnomais
moreaccidentscouldhappen.Hour
após
afterhourpassedaway,andlentamente
slowlyDorothygotoverhersusto
fright;butshefeltquitelonely,
e
andthewindshriekedsoalto
loudlyallaboutherthatshequase
nearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehadwondered
se
ifshewouldbedashedtopiecesquando
whenthehousefellagain;mas
butasthehourspassede
andnothingterriblehappened,sheparou
stoppedworryingandresolvedtoesperar
waitcalmlyandseewhatthefuturo
futurewouldbring.Atlastshe
rastejou
crawledovertheswayingfloortohercama
bed,andlaydownuponele
it;andTotofollowedandlaydownbeside
dela
her.ChapterIITheCouncil
com
withtheMunchkinsShewasawakenedby
um
ashock,sosuddenandsevereque
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftcama
bedshemighthavebeense
hurt.Asitwas,the
frasco
jarmadehercatchherfôlego
breathandwonderwhathadhappened;e
andTotoputhiscoldlittlenariz
noseintoherfaceandwhineddismally.Dorothy
sentou
satupandnoticedthata
thehousewasnotmoving;nem
norwasitdark,foro
thebrightsunshinecameinato
thewindow,floodingthelittlequarto
room.Shesprangfromher
cama
bedandwithTotoatherheelscorreu
ranandopenedthedoor.Thelittle
menina
girlgaveacryofamazemente
andlookedabouther,hereyescrescendo
growingbiggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightssheviu
saw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
casa
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofum
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreensward
todo
allabout,withstatelytreesbearingriche
andlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
e
andbirdswithrareandbrilhante
brilliantplumagesangandflutteredinos
thetreesandbushes.Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushing
e
andsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,e
andmurmuringinavoicemuito
verygratefultoalittlemenina
girlwhohadlivedsotempo
longonthedry,grayprairies.Enquanto
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatas
thestrangeandbeautifulsights,shenotou
noticedcomingtowardheragrupo
groupofthequeerestpeopleshetinha
hadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehad
sempre
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
muito
verysmall.Infact,they
pareciam
seemedaboutastallasDorothy,que
whowasawell-grownchildforherage,embora
althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksfossem
go,manyyearsolder.Threeweremen
e
andoneawoman,andtodos
allwereoddlydressed.They
usavam
woreroundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointafootabovetheirheads,com
withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsque
thattinkledsweetlyastheymoviam
moved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
o
thelittlewoman’shatwasbranco
white,andsheworeabranco
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthe
sol
sunlikediamonds.Themenweredressedin
azul
blue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,e
andworewell-polishedbootswithum
adeeprollofblueatos
thetops.Themen,Dorothy
pensou
thought,wereaboutasoldasTio
UncleHenry,fortwoofthemtinham
hadbeards.Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
muito
mucholder.Herfacewas
coberto
coveredwithwrinkles,herhairwasquase
nearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.Quando
Whenthesepeopledrewnearthecasa
housewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausede
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asse
ifafraidtocomefarther.Mas
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,fez
madealowbowanddisse
said,inasweetvoice:.“Youarewelcome,most
nobre
nobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.Wearesogratefultoyoufor
ter
havingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheLeste
East,andforsettingourpovo
peoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothy
ouviu
listenedtothisspeechwithwonder.What
poderia
couldthelittlewomanpossiblydizer
meanbycallingherasorceress,e
andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchoftheLeste
East?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittle
menina
girl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemuitos
manymilesfromhome;andshe
tinha
hadneverkilledanythinginallhervida
life.Butthelittlewoman
evidentemente
evidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;soDorothy
disse
said,withhesitation,“Youaremuito
verykind,buttheremustbealgum
somemistake.Ihavenot
matei
killedanything.”“Yourhousedid,anyway,”
respondeu
repliedthelittleoldwoman,com
withalaugh,“andthatisa
thesamething.See!”
she
continuou
continued,pointingtothecornerofo
thehouse.“Thereareher
dois
twofeet,stillstickingoutfromdebaixo
underablockofwood.”Dorothy
olhou
looked,andgavealittlegrito
cryoffright.There,indeed,just
debaixo
underthecornerofthegrande
greatbeamthehouserestedon,dois
twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoescom
withpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
chorou
criedDorothy,claspingherhandsjuntas
togetherindismay.“Thehouse
deve
musthavefallenonher.O
Whatevershallwedo?”“Thereis
nada
nothingtobedone,”saidthelittlemulher
womancalmly.“Butwhowasshe?”
perguntou
askedDorothy.“ShewastheWicked
Bruxa
WitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”respondeu
answeredthelittlewoman.“Shehas
manteve
heldalltheMunchkinsincativeiro
bondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernoite
nightandday.Nowtheyare
todos
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforo
thefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
perguntou
inquiredDorothy.“Theyarethe
pessoas
peoplewholiveinthisterra
landoftheEastwheretheWickedFeiticeira
Witchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
perguntou
askedDorothy.“No,butIamtheir
amigo
friend,althoughIliveintheterra
landoftheNorth.Whenthey
viram
sawtheWitchoftheLeste
EastwasdeadtheMunchkinsmandaram
sentaswiftmessengertomim
me,andIcameatonce.Iam
a
theWitchoftheNorth.”“Oh,gracious!”
chorou
criedDorothy.“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”
respondeu
answeredthelittlewoman.“ButIam
uma
agoodwitch,andthepessoas
peopleloveme.Iamnotas
poderoso
powerfulastheWickedWitchwasque
whoruledhere,orIshouldteria
havesetthepeoplefreemyself.”“ButI
achava
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”disse
saidthegirl,whowasmeio
halffrightenedatfacingarealbruxa
witch.“Oh,no,thatis
um
agreatmistake.Therewere
apenas
onlyfourwitchesinalla
theLandofOz,andduas
twoofthem,thosewhovivem
liveintheNorthanda
theSouth,aregoodwitches.I
sei
knowthisistrue,forIamum
oneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.Aqueles
ThosewhodweltintheOriente
EastandtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;mas
butnowthatyouhavemataste
killedoneofthem,thereismas
butoneWickedWitchintoda
alltheLandofOz—theonewholivesina
theWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,after
um
amoment’sthought,“AuntEmhasdisse
toldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearse
andyearsago.”“Whois
Tia
AuntEm?”inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismy
tia
auntwholivesinKansas,onde
whereIcamefrom.”The
Feiticeira
WitchoftheNorthseemedtopensar
thinkforatime,withhercabeça
headbowedandhereyesuponthechão
ground.Thenshelookedup
e
andsaid,“Idonotsei
knowwhereKansasis,forIhavenunca
neverheardthatcountrymentionedantes
before.Buttellme,isit
um
acivilizedcountry?”“Oh,yes,”
respondeu
repliedDorothy.“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
creio
believetherearenowitchesleft,nem
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.Mas
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasnunca
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalla
therestoftheworld.Portanto
Thereforewestillhavewitchese
andwizardsamongstus.”“Whoare
os
thewizards?”askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfisthe
Grande
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoz
voicetoawhisper.“Heis
mais
morepowerfulthanalltherestofusjuntos
together.Helivesinthe
Cidade
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywas
ia
goingtoaskanotherquestion,mas
butjustthentheMunchkins,que
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gaveaalta
loudshoutandpointedtothecanto
cornerofthehousewheretheWickedBruxa
Witchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
perguntou
askedthelittleoldwoman,e
andlooked,andbegantorir
laugh.Thefeetofthe
morta
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,e
andnothingwasleftbutthesilversapatos
shoes.“Shewassoold,”
explicou
explainedtheWitchoftheNorte
North,“thatshedrieduprapidamente
quicklyinthesun.Thatisa
theendofher.But
os
thesilvershoesareyours,e
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereacheddown
e
andpickeduptheshoes,e
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“The
Feiticeira
WitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”disse
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereisalgum
somecharmconnectedwiththem;mas
butwhatitiswenunca
neverknew.”Dorothycarriedthe
sapatos
shoesintothehouseandcolocou
placedthemonthetable.Thenshecameout
novamente
againtotheMunchkinsanddisse
said:.“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
tia
auntanduncle,forIamcerteza
suretheywillworryaboutme.Podes
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”TheMunchkins
e
andtheWitchfirstlookedatum
oneanother,andthenatDorothy,e
andthenshooktheirheads.“Atthe
Leste
East,notfarfromhere,”disse
saidone,“thereisagrande
greatdesert,andnonecouldviver
livetocrossit.”“Itis
o
thesameattheSouth,”disse
saidanother,“forIhavebeenlá
thereandseenit.The
Sul
Southisthecountryofo
theQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”said
o
thethirdman,“thatitiso
thesameattheWest.E
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkiesvivem
live,isruledbytheWickedFeiticeira
WitchoftheWest,whowouldfaria
makeyouherslaveifyoupassasses
passedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”
disse
saidtheoldlady,“andatitsborda
edgeisthesamegreatdeserto
desertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwilltenhas
havetolivewithus.”Dorothy
começou
begantosobatthis,forshesentia
feltlonelyamongallthesestrangepessoas
people.Hertearsseemedto
entristecer
grievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimediatamente
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefse
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthelittleoldwoman,she
tirou
tookoffhercapandequilibrou
balancedthepointontheendofhernariz
nose,whileshecounted“One,dois
two,three”inasolemnvoz
voice.Atoncethecap
mudou
changedtoaslate,onqual
whichwaswritteninbig,branco
whitechalkmarks:.“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Cidade
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittleoldwoman
tirou
tooktheslatefromhernariz
nose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,perguntou
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”
respondeu
answeredthechild,lookingupe
anddryinghertears.“Thenyoumust
ir
gototheCityofEmeralds.Talvez
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”“Whereis
esta
thiscity?”askedDorothy.
“Itis
exatamente
exactlyinthecenterofo
thecountry,andisruledbyOz,o
theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Ishe
um
agoodman?”