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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Gradually Hardening Portuguese A1-B2 Books

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Gradually Hardening Portuguese A1-B2 Books

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
e
andfairytaleshavefollowed
infância
childhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthy
jovem
youngsterhasawholesomeandinstinctive
amor
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelous
e
andmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
e
andAndersenhavebroughtmore
felicidade
happinesstochildishheartsthan
todas as
allotherhumancreations.
Yet
o
theoldtimefairytale,
tendo
havingservedforgenerations,may
agora
nowbeclassedas“historical”in
o
thechildren’slibrary;
forthe
hora
timehascomefora
série
seriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotyped
gênio
genie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,together
com
withallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorsto
apontar
pointafearsomemoralto
cada
eachtale.
Moderneducationincludes
moralidade
morality;
thereforethemodernchild
procura
seeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertales
e
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Tendo
Havingthisthoughtinmind,the
história
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswritten
exclusivamente
solelytopleasechildrenof
hoje
today.
Itaspirestobeing
um
amodernizedfairytale,in
qual
whichthewondermentandjoyareretained
e
andtheheartachesandnightmaresareleft
fora
out.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothy
vivia
livedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
com
withUncleHenry,whowasa
fazendeiro
farmer,andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’s
esposa
wife.
Theirhousewassmall,forthe
madeira
lumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagon
muitos
manymiles.
Therewerefourwalls,a
chão
floorandaroof,which
faziam
madeoneroom;
andthis
quarto
roomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,a
armário
cupboardforthedishes,a
mesa
table,threeorfourchairs,
e
andthebeds.
UncleHenry
e
andAuntEmhada
grande
bigbedinonecorner,
e
andDorothyalittlebedinanother
canto
corner.
Therewasnogarretatall,and
não
nocellar—exceptasmallhole
cavado
dugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,
onde
wherethefamilycouldgoin
caso
caseoneofthosegreatwhirlwinds
surgir
arose,mightyenoughtocrush
qualquer
anybuildinginitspath.
Itwas
chegava
reachedbyatrapdoorin
a
themiddleofthefloor,from
qual
whichaladderleddowninto
a
thesmall,darkhole.
WhenDorothy
ficou
stoodinthedoorwayand
olhou
lookedaround,shecouldsee
nada
nothingbutthegreatgray
pradaria
prairieoneveryside.
Not
uma
atreenorahouse
quebravam
brokethebroadsweepof
plano
flatcountrythatreachedtothe
borda
edgeoftheskyin
todas as
alldirections.
Thesunhadbakedtheplowed
terra
landintoagraymass,
com
withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Eventhe
grama
grasswasnotgreen,forthe
sol
sunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesame
cinza
graycolortobeseeneverywhere.
Oncethe
casa
househadbeenpainted,butthe
sol
sunblisteredthepaintandtherains
lavou
washeditaway,andnowthe
casa
housewasasdulland
cinza
grayaseverythingelse.
When
Tia
AuntEmcamethereto
viver
liveshewasayoung,
bonita
prettywife.
Thesunand
vento
windhadchangedher,too.
They
tinham
hadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
e
andleftthemasober
cinza
gray;
theyhadtakenthe
vermelho
redfromhercheeksandlips,
e
andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewas
magra
thinandgaunt,andnever
sorriu
smilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowasan
órfã
orphan,firstcametoher,
Tia
AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’s
riso
laughterthatshewouldscream
e
andpressherhanduponher
coração
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
e
andshestilllookedatthelittle
menina
girlwithwonderthatshe
podia
couldfindanythingtolaughat.
Tio
UncleHenryneverlaughed.
He
trabalhou
workedhardfrommorningtillnight
e
anddidnotknowwhat
alegria
joywas.
Hewasgray
também
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,
e
andhelookedsternand
solene
solemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothat
fez
madeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfrom
crescer
growingasgrayasher
outros
othersurroundings.
Totowasnot
cinzento
gray;
hewasalittle
preto
blackdog,withlongsilkyhair
e
andsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhis
engraçado
funny,weenose.
Totoplayed
todo
alldaylong,andDorothy
brincava
playedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Hoje
Today,however,theywerenot
jogando
playing.
UncleHenrysatupon
o
thedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyat
o
thesky,whichwasevengrayerthan
habitual
usual.
Dorothystoodinthe
porta
doorwithTotoinherarms,
e
andlookedatthesky
também
too.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthefar
norte
norththeyheardalowwailofthe
vento
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothy
podiam
couldseewherethelong
grama
grassbowedinwavesbeforethecoming
tempestade
storm.
Therenowcameasharp
assobio
whistlingintheairfrom
os
thesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaythey
viram
sawripplesinthegrass
vindo
comingfromthatdirectionalso.
Suddenly
Tio
UncleHenrystoodup.
“There’s
um
acyclonecoming,Em,”he
chamou
calledtohiswife.
“I’ll
vou
golookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
correu
rantowardtheshedswherethecows
e
andhorseswerekept.
AuntEmdroppedher
trabalho
workandcametothe
porta
door.
Oneglancetoldherof
o
thedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
she
gritou
screamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
saltou
jumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
e
andhidunderthebed,
e
andthegirlstartedtogethim.
Tia
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threw
abriu
openthetrapdoorinthe
chão
floorandclimbeddownthe
escada
ladderintothesmall,dark
buraco
hole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlast
e
andstartedtofollowher
tia
aunt.
Whenshewashalfway
através
acrosstheroomtherecame
um
agreatshriekfromthe
vento
wind,andthehouseshooksohard
que
thatshelostherfooting
e
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthe
chão
floor.
Thenastrangething
aconteceu
happened.
Thehousewhirledaround
duas
twoorthreetimesandrose
lentamente
slowlythroughtheair.
Dorothy
sentiu
feltasifsheweregoingupina
balão
balloon.
Thenorthandsouthwinds
encontraram
metwherethehousestood,
e
andmadeittheexact
centro
centerofthecyclone.
Inthe
meio
middleofacyclonethe
ar
airisgenerallystill,butthe
grande
greatpressureofthewindon
cada
everysideofthehouse
levantou
raisedituphigherandhigher,untilitwasatthevery
topo
topofthecyclone;
and
lá
thereitremainedandwascarriedmiles
e
andmilesawayaseasilyasyou
pudesse
couldcarryafeather.
Itwasvery
escuro
dark,andthewindhowled
horrivelmente
horriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewas
montando
ridingquiteeasily.
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
e
andoneothertimewhen
a
thehousetippedbadly,she
sentiu
feltasifshewerebeingrocked
suavemente
gently,likeababyina
berço
cradle.
Totodidnotlikeit.
He
correu
ranabouttheroom,now
aqui
here,nowthere,barkingloudly;
mas
butDorothysatquitestillon
o
thefloorandwaitedto
ver
seewhatwouldhappen.
OnceTotogottoo
perto
neartheopentrapdoor,
e
andfellin;
andatfirstthelittle
menina
girlthoughtshehadlosthim.
Mas
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingup
através
throughthehole,forthe
forte
strongpressureoftheairwas
mantendo
keepinghimupsothathe
pudesse
couldnotfall.
Shecrepttothe
buraco
hole,caughtTotobythe
orelha
ear,anddraggedhimintothe
quarto
roomagain,afterwardclosingthe
armadilha
trapdoorsothatno
mais
moreaccidentscouldhappen.
Hour
após
afterhourpassedaway,and
lentamente
slowlyDorothygotoverher
susto
fright;
butshefeltquitelonely,
e
andthewindshriekedso
alto
loudlyallaboutherthatshe
quase
nearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshehadwondered
se
ifshewouldbedashedtopieces
quando
whenthehousefellagain;
mas
butasthehourspassed
e
andnothingterriblehappened,she
parou
stoppedworryingandresolvedto
esperar
waitcalmlyandseewhatthe
futuro
futurewouldbring.
Atlastshe
rastejou
crawledovertheswayingfloortoher
cama
bed,andlaydownupon
ele
it;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbeside
dela
her.
ChapterIITheCouncil
com
withtheMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
um
ashock,sosuddenandsevere
que
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoft
cama
bedshemighthavebeen
se
hurt.
Asitwas,the
frasco
jarmadehercatchher
fôlego
breathandwonderwhathadhappened;
e
andTotoputhiscoldlittle
nariz
noseintoherfaceandwhineddismally.
Dorothy
sentou
satupandnoticedthat
a
thehousewasnotmoving;
nem
norwasitdark,for
o
thebrightsunshinecameinat
o
thewindow,floodingthelittle
quarto
room.
Shesprangfromher
cama
bedandwithTotoatherheels
correu
ranandopenedthedoor.
Thelittle
menina
girlgaveacryofamazement
e
andlookedabouther,hereyes
crescendo
growingbiggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshe
viu
saw.
Thecyclonehadsetthe
casa
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstof
um
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreensward
todo
allabout,withstatelytreesbearingrich
e
andlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
e
andbirdswithrareand
brilhante
brilliantplumagesangandflutteredin
os
thetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushing
e
andsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,
e
andmurmuringinavoice
muito
verygratefultoalittle
menina
girlwhohadlivedso
tempo
longonthedry,grayprairies.
Enquanto
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyat
as
thestrangeandbeautifulsights,she
notou
noticedcomingtowardhera
grupo
groupofthequeerestpeopleshe
tinha
hadeverseen.
Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehad
sempre
alwaysbeenusedto;
butneitherwerethey
muito
verysmall.
Infact,they
pareciam
seemedaboutastallasDorothy,
que
whowasawell-grownchildforherage,
embora
althoughtheywere,sofaraslooks
fossem
go,manyyearsolder.
Threeweremen
e
andoneawoman,and
todos
allwereoddlydressed.
They
usavam
woreroundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointafootabovetheirheads,
com
withlittlebellsaroundthebrims
que
thattinkledsweetlyasthey
moviam
moved.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
o
thelittlewoman’shatwas
branco
white,andsheworea
branco
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthe
sol
sunlikediamonds.
Themenweredressedin
azul
blue,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,
e
andworewell-polishedbootswith
um
adeeprollofblueat
os
thetops.
Themen,Dorothy
pensou
thought,wereaboutasoldas
Tio
UncleHenry,fortwoofthem
tinham
hadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
muito
mucholder.
Herfacewas
coberto
coveredwithwrinkles,herhairwas
quase
nearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.
Quando
Whenthesepeopledrewnearthe
casa
housewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypaused
e
andwhisperedamongthemselves,as
se
ifafraidtocomefarther.
Mas
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,
fez
madealowbowand
disse
said,inasweetvoice:.
“Youarewelcome,most
nobre
nobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyoufor
ter
havingkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Leste
East,andforsettingour
povo
peoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothy
ouviu
listenedtothisspeechwithwonder.
What
poderia
couldthelittlewomanpossibly
dizer
meanbycallingherasorceress,
e
andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Leste
East?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittle
menina
girl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclone
muitos
manymilesfromhome;
andshe
tinha
hadneverkilledanythinginallher
vida
life.
Butthelittlewoman
evidentemente
evidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;
soDorothy
disse
said,withhesitation,“Youare
muito
verykind,buttheremustbe
algum
somemistake.
Ihavenot
matei
killedanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”
respondeu
repliedthelittleoldwoman,
com
withalaugh,“andthatis
a
thesamething.
See!”
she
continuou
continued,pointingtothecornerof
o
thehouse.
“Thereareher
dois
twofeet,stillstickingoutfrom
debaixo
underablockofwood.”
Dorothy
olhou
looked,andgavealittle
grito
cryoffright.
There,indeed,just
debaixo
underthecornerofthe
grande
greatbeamthehouserestedon,
dois
twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoes
com
withpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
chorou
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
juntas
togetherindismay.
“Thehouse
deve
musthavefallenonher.
O
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
nada
nothingtobedone,”saidthelittle
mulher
womancalmly.
“Butwhowasshe?”
perguntou
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWicked
Bruxa
WitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”
respondeu
answeredthelittlewoman.
“Shehas
manteve
heldalltheMunchkinsin
cativeiro
bondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforher
noite
nightandday.
Nowtheyare
todos
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyoufor
o
thefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
perguntou
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethe
pessoas
peoplewholiveinthis
terra
landoftheEastwheretheWicked
Feiticeira
Witchruled.”
“AreyouaMunchkin?”
perguntou
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheir
amigo
friend,althoughIliveinthe
terra
landoftheNorth.
Whenthey
viram
sawtheWitchofthe
Leste
EastwasdeadtheMunchkins
mandaram
sentaswiftmessengerto
mim
me,andIcameatonce.
Iam
a
theWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
chorou
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”
respondeu
answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIam
uma
agoodwitch,andthe
pessoas
peopleloveme.
Iamnotas
poderoso
powerfulastheWickedWitchwas
que
whoruledhere,orIshould
teria
havesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
achava
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”
disse
saidthegirl,whowas
meio
halffrightenedatfacingareal
bruxa
witch.
“Oh,no,thatis
um
agreatmistake.
Therewere
apenas
onlyfourwitchesinall
a
theLandofOz,and
duas
twoofthem,thosewho
vivem
liveintheNorthand
a
theSouth,aregoodwitches.
I
sei
knowthisistrue,forIam
um
oneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Aqueles
Thosewhodweltinthe
Oriente
EastandtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
mas
butnowthatyouhave
mataste
killedoneofthem,thereis
mas
butoneWickedWitchin
toda
alltheLandofOz—theonewholivesin
a
theWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,after
um
amoment’sthought,“AuntEmhas
disse
toldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—years
e
andyearsago.”
“Whois
Tia
AuntEm?”
inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismy
tia
auntwholivesinKansas,
onde
whereIcamefrom.”
The
Feiticeira
WitchoftheNorthseemedto
pensar
thinkforatime,withher
cabeça
headbowedandhereyesuponthe
chão
ground.
Thenshelookedup
e
andsaid,“Idonot
sei
knowwhereKansasis,forIhave
nunca
neverheardthatcountrymentioned
antes
before.
Buttellme,isit
um
acivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”
respondeu
repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
creio
believetherearenowitchesleft,
nem
norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Mas
But,yousee,theLandofOzhas
nunca
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromall
a
therestoftheworld.
Portanto
Thereforewestillhavewitches
e
andwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoare
os
thewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfisthe
Grande
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkingher
voz
voicetoawhisper.
“Heis
mais
morepowerfulthanalltherestofus
juntos
together.
Helivesinthe
Cidade
CityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywas
ia
goingtoaskanotherquestion,
mas
butjustthentheMunchkins,
que
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavea
alta
loudshoutandpointedtothe
canto
cornerofthehousewheretheWicked
Bruxa
Witchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
perguntou
askedthelittleoldwoman,
e
andlooked,andbeganto
rir
laugh.
Thefeetofthe
morta
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
e
andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
sapatos
shoes.
“Shewassoold,”
explicou
explainedtheWitchofthe
Norte
North,“thatshedriedup
rapidamente
quicklyinthesun.Thatis
a
theendofher.
But
os
thesilvershoesareyours,
e
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereacheddown
e
andpickeduptheshoes,
e
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“The
Feiticeira
WitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”
disse
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereis
algum
somecharmconnectedwiththem;
mas
butwhatitiswe
nunca
neverknew.”
Dorothycarriedthe
sapatos
shoesintothehouseand
colocou
placedthemonthetable.
Thenshecameout
novamente
againtotheMunchkinsand
disse
said:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
tia
auntanduncle,forIam
certeza
suretheywillworryaboutme.
Podes
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkins
e
andtheWitchfirstlookedat
um
oneanother,andthenatDorothy,
e
andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Leste
East,notfarfromhere,”
disse
saidone,“thereisa
grande
greatdesert,andnonecould
viver
livetocrossit.”
“Itis
o
thesameattheSouth,”
disse
saidanother,“forIhavebeen
lá
thereandseenit.
The
Sul
Southisthecountryof
o
theQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”said
o
thethirdman,“thatitis
o
thesameattheWest.
E
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkies
vivem
live,isruledbytheWicked
Feiticeira
WitchoftheWest,whowould
faria
makeyouherslaveifyou
passasses
passedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
disse
saidtheoldlady,“andatits
borda
edgeisthesamegreat
deserto
desertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwill
tenhas
havetolivewithus.”
Dorothy
começou
begantosobatthis,forshe
sentia
feltlonelyamongallthesestrange
pessoas
people.
Hertearsseemedto
entristecer
grievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
imediatamente
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
e
andbegantoweepalso.
Asforthelittleoldwoman,she
tirou
tookoffhercapand
equilibrou
balancedthepointontheendofher
nariz
nose,whileshecounted“One,
dois
two,three”inasolemn
voz
voice.
Atoncethecap
mudou
changedtoaslate,on
qual
whichwaswritteninbig,
branco
whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Cidade
CITYOFEMERALDS”.
Thelittleoldwoman
tirou
tooktheslatefromher
nariz
nose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,
perguntou
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
respondeu
answeredthechild,lookingup
e
anddryinghertears.
“Thenyoumust
ir
gototheCityofEmeralds.
Talvez
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereis
esta
thiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
exatamente
exactlyinthecenterof
o
thecountry,andisruledbyOz,
o
theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Ishe
um
agoodman?”