The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressively Translated Portuguese A2 Books

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressively Translated Portuguese A2 Books

Experience the benefits of this forward-thinking translation strategy that tailors language learning to your specific needs. You have control over the difficulty, which ensures that the content is neither too easy nor overly challenging. This method enhances your ability to understand new words through context, reducing reliance on direct translations. While the translations are subtly obscured to foster learning, you can still look up unclear terms. This balanced approach makes language acquisition smoother and more enjoyable. Delve into these translated literary works and discover the satisfaction of mastering a language through reading.

Introduction
Folklore,legends,mythsandfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimmandAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsthanallotherhumancreations.
Yettheoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthetimehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltoeachtale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesandgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“The
Maravilhoso
Wonderful
WizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentandjoyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,and
Tia
Aunt
Em,whowasthefarmer’swife.
Theirhousewassmall,forthelumberto
construí
build
ithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.
Therewerefourwalls,a
chão
floor
andaroof,whichmadeoneroom;
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,a
mesa
table
,threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.
UncleHenryand
Tia
Aunt
Emhadabigbedinonecorner,andDorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.
Therewasnogarretatall,andnocellar—exceptasmall
buraco
hole
dugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushany
edifício
building
initspath.
Itwas
chegava
reached
byatrapdoorinthe
meio
middle
ofthefloor,fromwhichaladder
levava
led
downintothesmall,
escuro
dark
hole.
WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.
Nota
árvore
tree
norahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrythat
chegava
reached
totheedgeofthe
céu
sky
inalldirections.
The
sol
sun
hadbakedtheplowed
terra
land
intoagraymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Eventhegrasswasnot
verde
green
,forthesunhadburnedthetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.
Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,butthe
sol
sun
blisteredthepaintandtherains
lavou
washed
itaway,andnowthehousewasasdullandgrayaseverythingelse.
When
Tia
Aunt
Emcametheretoliveshewasayoung,prettywife.
The
sol
sun
andwindhadchangedher,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyesandleftthemasobergray;
theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeksandlips,andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewasthinandgaunt,andnever
sorriu
smiled
now.
WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,
Tia
Aunt
Emhadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamand
pressionava
press
herhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerry
voz
voice
reachedherears;
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwithwonderthatshecouldfindanythingto
rir
laugh
at.
UncleHenrynever
riu
laughed
.
Heworkedhardfrommorningtillnightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewasgrayalso,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,andhelookedsternandsolemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
rir
laugh
,andsavedherfrom
crescer
growing
asgrayasherothersurroundings.
Totowasnotgray;
hewasalittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairandsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,wee
nariz
nose
.
Totoplayedalldaylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,
no entanto
however
,theywerenotplaying.
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyatthe
céu
sky
,whichwasevengrayerthanusual.
DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,andlookedatthe
céu
sky
too.
AuntEmwas
lavar
washing
thedishes.
Fromthefar
norte
north
theyheardalowwailofthe
vento
wind
,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesbeforethecomingstorm.
Therenowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
sul
south
,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionalso.
SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecowsandhorseswerekept.
Tia
Aunt
Emdroppedherworkandcametothedoor.
Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
saltou
jumped
outofDorothy’sarmsand
escondeu
hid
underthebed,andthegirlstartedtogethim.
Tia
Aunt
Em,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthe
chão
floor
andclimbeddowntheladderintothesmall,
escuro
dark
hole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlastandstartedtofollowher
tia
aunt
.
Whenshewashalfway
através
across
theroomtherecameagreatshriekfromthe
vento
wind
,andthehouseshooksohardthatshelostherfootingandsatdownsuddenlyuponthe
chão
floor
.
Thenastrangethinghappened.
Thehousewhirledaroundtwoorthreetimesandroseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
The
norte
north
andsouthwindsmetwherethehousestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthe
meio
middle
ofacyclonetheairisgenerallystill,butthegreatpressureofthe
vento
wind
oneverysideofthehouse
levantou
raised
ituphigherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmilesandmilesawayaseasilyasyoucould
carregar
carry
afeather.
Itwasvery
escuro
dark
,andthewindhowledhorriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewas
montando
riding
quiteeasily.
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,andoneothertimewhenthehousetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeababyinacradle.
Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranabouttheroom,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillonthe
chão
floor
andwaitedtoseewhatwouldhappen.
OnceTotogottoo
perto
near
theopentrapdoor,andfellin;
andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupthroughthe
buraco
hole
,forthestrongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.
Shecrepttothe
buraco
hole
,caughtTotobytheear,anddraggedhimintotheroomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.
Hourafterhour
passou
passed
away,andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;
butshefeltquitelonely,andthe
vento
wind
shriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshenearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhenthehousefellagain;
butasthehours
passavam
passed
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedtowaitcalmlyandseewhatthe
futuro
future
wouldbring.
Atlastshecrawledovertheswaying
chão
floor
toherbed,andlaydownuponit;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.
ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedbyashock,sosuddenandseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreathandwonderwhathadhappened;
andTotoputhiscoldlittle
nariz
nose
intoherfaceandwhineddismally.
Dorothysatupand
notou
noticed
thatthehousewasnotmoving;
nem
nor
wasitdark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthe
janela
window
,floodingthelittleroom.
ShesprangfromherbedandwithTotoatherheelsranandopenedthedoor.
Thelittlegirlgavea
grito
cry
ofamazementandlookedabouther,hereyes
crescendo
growing
biggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.
Thecyclonehadsetthehousedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelous
beleza
beauty
.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrichandlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,andmurmuringina
voz
voice
verygratefultoalittlegirlwhohadlivedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangeandbeautifulsights,she
notou
noticed
comingtowardhera
grupo
group
ofthequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.
Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehadalwaysbeenusedto;
butneitherweretheyverysmall.
Infact,they
pareciam
seemed
aboutastallasDorothy,whowasawell-grownchildforher
idade
age
,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.
Threeweremenandoneawoman,andallwereoddlydressed.
They
usavam
wore
roundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointa
foot
abovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwaswhite,andsheworeawhitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthe
sol
sun
likediamonds.
Themenweredressedin
azul
blue
,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,and
usavam
wore
well-polishedbootswitha
profundo
deep
rollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldasUncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmucholder.
Herfacewas
coberto
covered
withwrinkles,herhairwasnearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.
WhenthesepeopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madea
baixa
low
bowandsaid,inasweet
voz
voice:
.
“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
terra
land
oftheMunchkins.
WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Leste
East
,andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothylistenedtothisspeechwithwonder.
Whatcouldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Leste
East
?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
andshehadneverkilledanythinginallherlife.
Butthelittlewomanevidently
esperava
expected
hertoanswer;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youareverykind,buttheremustbesome
engano
mistake
.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleoldwoman,witha
risada
laugh
,“andthatisthesamething.
See!”
she
continuou
continued
,pointingtothecornerofthehouse.
“Therearehertwo
pés
feet
,stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”
Dorothylooked,andgavealittle
grito
cry
offright.
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthehouserestedon,two
pés
feet
werestickingout,shodinsilvershoeswithpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
chorou
cried
Dorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.
“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthelittlewomancalmly.
“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWickedWitchofthe
Oriente
East
,asIsaid,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernightandday.
Nowtheyareallsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethepeoplewholiveinthis
terra
land
oftheEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”
“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthe
terra
land
oftheNorth.
WhentheysawtheWitchofthe
Leste
East
wasdeadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,andIcameatonce.
IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
chorou
cried
Dorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIamagoodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.
IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwaswho
governava
ruled
here,orIshouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButIthoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.
“Oh,no,thatisagreat
erro
mistake
.
Therewereonlyfourwitchesinallthe
Terra
Land
ofOz,andtwoofthem,thosewholiveinthe
Norte
North
andtheSouth,aregoodwitches.
Iknowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Thosewhodweltinthe
Oriente
East
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofthem,thereisbutoneWickedWitchinallthe
Terra
Land
ofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tia
Aunt
Em?”
inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismy
tia
aunt
wholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”
TheWitchofthe
Norte
North
seemedtothinkforatime,withherheadbowedandhereyesuponthe
chão
ground
.
Thenshelookedupandsaid,“IdonotknowwhereKansasis,forIhaveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,
nem
nor
wizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
But,yousee,the
Terra
Land
ofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.
Thereforewestillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkingher
voz
voice
toawhisper.
“Heismorepowerfulthanalltherestofustogether.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavealoudshoutandpointedtothecornerofthehousewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
askedthelittleoldwoman,andlooked,and
começou
began
tolaugh.
ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
sapatos
shoes
.
“Shewassoold,”
explicou
explained
theWitchofthe
Norte
North
,“thatshedriedup
rapidamente
quickly
inthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Butthesilver
sapatos
shoes
areyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereacheddownandpickedupthe
sapatos
shoes
,andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“TheWitchofthe
Oriente
East
wasproudofthosesilvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;
butwhatitisweneverknew.”
Dorothy
levou
carried
theshoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthe
mesa
table
.
ThenshecameoutagaintotheMunchkinsandsaid:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
tia
aunt
anduncle,forIamsuretheywillworryaboutme.
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkinsandtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Leste
East
,notfarfromhere,”saidone,“thereisagreatdesert,and
ninguém
none
couldlivetocrossit.”
“ItisthesameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forIhavebeenthereandseenit.
The
Sul
South
isthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”saidthe
terceiro
third
man,“thatitisthesameatthe
Ocidente
West
.
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkieslive,is
governado
ruled
bytheWickedWitchofthe
Oeste
West
,whowouldmakeyouherslaveifyou
passasses
passed
herway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeisthesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsthis
Terra
Land
ofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”
Dorothy
começou
began
tosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamongallthesestrangepeople.
Hertears
pareciam
seemed
togrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
imediatamente
immediately
tookouttheirhandkerchiefsand
começaram
began
toweepalso.
Asforthelittleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapandbalancedthepointontheendofher
nariz
nose
,whileshecounted“One,two,three”inasolemn
voz
voice
.
Atoncethecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
Thelittleoldwomantooktheslatefromher
nariz
nose
,andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”answeredthechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.
“ThenyoumustgototheCityofEmeralds.
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereisthiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itisexactlyinthecenterofthecountry,andis
governado
ruled
byOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Isheagoodman?”