Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
in
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodskozi
throughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomein
andinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousin
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
in
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartskot
thanallotherhumancreations.Vendar
Yettheoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,lahko
maynowbeclassedas“historical”inje
thechildren’slibrary;forthe
čas
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inki
whichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfin
andfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorriblein
andblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltovsaki
eachtale.Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodern
otrok
childseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesin
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Having
to
thisthoughtinmind,thezgodba
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleaseotroke
childrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewonderment
in
andjoyareretainedandtheheartachesin
andnightmaresareleftout.L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
s
withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,in
andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’sžena
wife.Theirhousewassmall,for
je
thelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.Therewerefourwalls,afloor
in
andaroof,whichmadeeno
oneroom;andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,atable,
trije
threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.Stric
UncleHenryandAuntEmhadabigposteljo
bedinonecorner,andDorothyalittleposteljo
bedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,
in
andnocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseeden
oneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightydovolj
enoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.Itwasreachedbyatrap
vrata
doorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhichaladderlednavzdol
downintothesmall,darkhole.Ko
WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayin
andlookedaround,shecouldseeničesar
nothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.Notatreenora
hiša
housebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountryki
thatreachedtotheedgeoftheskyinvseh
alldirections.Thesunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoagraymass,withlittlecracksrunning
skozi
throughit.Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,for
je
thesunhadburnedthetopsofje
thelongbladesuntiltheywereje
thesamegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Nekoč
Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,vendar
butthesunblisteredthepaintin
andtherainswasheditaway,in
andnowthehousewasasdullin
andgrayaseverythingelse.Ko
WhenAuntEmcametheretoliveshewasje
ayoung,prettywife.Thesun
in
andwindhadchangedher,tudi
too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
in
andleftthemasobergray;theyhadtakenthe
rdečo
redfromhercheeksandlips,in
andtheyweregrayalso.Shewasthin
in
andgaunt,andneversmiledzdaj
now.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
prvič
firstcametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamin
andpressherhanduponhersrce
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;in
andshestilllookedatje
thelittlegirlwithwonderthatshecouldfindanythingtolaughat.Stric
UncleHenryneverlaughed.Heworked
trdo
hardfrommorningtillnightin
anddidnotknowwhatjoywas.Hewasgray
tudi
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,in
andhelookedsternandsolemn,in
andrarelyspoke.ItwasToto
da
thatmadeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasherdruga
othersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewasalittle
črni
blackdog,withlongsilkylasmi
hairandsmallblackeyeski
thattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenose.Totoplayedall
dan
daylong,andDorothyplayedz
withhim,andlovedhimdearly.Danes
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.Stric
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepin
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,ki
whichwasevengrayerthanusual.Dorothystoodin
je
thedoorwithTotoinherarms,in
andlookedattheskytudi
too.AuntEmwaswashing
je
thedishes.Fromthefarnorththeyheardalowwailofthewind,
in
andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseekje
wherethelonggrassbowedinwavespred
beforethecomingstorm.There
zdaj
nowcameasharpwhistlinginthezraku
airfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectiontudi
also.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
ženo
wife.“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardthesheds
kjer
wherethecowsandhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedher
delo
workandcametothevrat
door.Oneglancetoldherof
je
thedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
in
andhidunderthebed,in
andthegirlstartedtogetga
him.AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopen
je
thetrapdoorinthefloorin
andclimbeddowntheladderintoje
thesmall,darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
in
andstartedtofollowheraunt.Ko
Whenshewashalfwayacrossthesobo
roomtherecameagreatshriekfromthewind,in
andthehouseshooksohardda
thatshelostherfootingin
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.Then
je
astrangethinghappened.The
hiša
housewhirledaroundtwoorthreetimesin
androseslowlythroughthezrak
air.Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoing
navzgor
upinaballoon.Thenorth
in
andsouthwindsmetwhereje
thehousestood,andmadeitje
theexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthemiddleofacyclonethe
zrak
airisgenerallystill,butthegreatpressureofthewindoneverysideofthehiše
houseraisedituphigherin
andhigher,untilitwasattheveryvrhu
topofthecyclone;and
tam
thereitremainedandwascarriedmilesin
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldcarryje
afeather.Itwasverydark,
in
andthewindhowledhorriblyokrog
aroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquiteeasily.Po
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,in
andoneothertimewhenthehiša
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeadojenček
babyinacradle.Totodidnot
všeč
likeit.Heranaboutthe
sobi
room,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;toda
butDorothysatquitestillonje
thefloorandwaitedtoseewhatwouldzgodilo
happen.OnceTotogottoonear
je
theopentrapdoor,andfellin;in
andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlostga
him.Butsoonshesaw
eno
oneofhisearsstickingnavzgor
upthroughthehole,forthestrongpressureofthezraka
airwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.Shecreptto
je
thehole,caughtTotobyje
theear,anddraggedhimintoje
theroomagain,afterwardclosingje
thetrapdoorsothatne
nomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Uro
Hourafterhourpassedaway,in
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;butshefeltquitelonely,
in
andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherda
thatshenearlybecamedeaf.At
najprej
firstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopiecesko
whenthehousefellagain;toda
butasthehourspassedin
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingin
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyin
andseewhatthefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawled
čez
overtheswayingfloortoherbed,in
andlaydownuponit;in
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideji
her.ChapterIITheCouncil
z
withtheMunchkinsShewasawakenedbyashock,sosudden
in
andseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,
je
thejarmadehercatchherbreathin
andwonderwhathadhappened;in
andTotoputhiscoldmali
littlenoseintoherfacein
andwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
in
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;norwasitdark,for
je
thebrightsunshinecameinatje
thewindow,floodingthelittlesobo
room.Shesprangfromherbed
in
andwithTotoatherheelsranin
andopenedthedoor.Thelittlegirlgaveacryofamazement
in
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerin
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
hišo
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelousbeauty.Tam
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardvse
allabout,withstatelytreesbearingrichin
andlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
in
andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangin
andflutteredinthetreesin
andbushes.Alittlewayoffwasa
majhen
smallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongmed
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinavoicezelo
verygratefultoalittlegirlki
whohadlivedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.Medtem ko
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangein
andbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardheragroupofthequeerestljudi
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigas
je
thegrownfolkshehadvedno
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
zelo
verysmall.Infact,theyseemed
približno
aboutastallasDorothy,ki
whowasawell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.Trije
Threeweremenandoneaženska
woman,andallwereoddlydressed.Theyworeroundhats
ki
thatrosetoasmalltočke
pointafootabovetheirheads,z
withlittlebellsaroundthebrimski
thattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwaswhite,andsheworeawhitegown
ki
thathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Nad
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarski
thatglistenedinthesunkot
likediamonds.Themenweredressedinblue,ofthe
enake
sameshadeastheirhats,in
andworewell-polishedbootswithadeeprollofblueatthetops.Je
Themen,Dorothythought,werepribližno
aboutasoldasUncleHenry,fordva
twoofthemhadbeards.Toda
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessveliko
mucholder.Herfacewascovered
z
withwrinkles,herhairwasnearlybeli
white,andshewalkedratherstiffly.Ko
Whenthesepeopledrewnearje
thehousewhereDorothywasstandinginje
thedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtopriti
comefarther.Butthelittle
stara
oldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madealowbowin
andsaid,inasweetvoice:.“Youare
dobrodošla
welcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast,
in
andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothylistenedto
ta
thisspeechwithwonder.Whatcouldthelittle
ženska
womanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,in
andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittlegirl,
ki
whohadbeencarriedbyacycloneveliko
manymilesfromhome;andshehad
nikoli
neverkilledanythinginallherlife.Toda
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertoanswer;soDorothysaid,
z
withhesitation,“Youareverykind,vendar
buttheremustbesomemistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
hiša
housedid,anyway,”repliedthelittlestara
oldwoman,withalaugh,“andto
thatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingto
je
thecornerofthehouse.“Thereareher
dva
twofeet,stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
in
andgavealittlecryoffright.Tam
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofje
thegreatbeamthehouserestedna
on,twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoess
withpointedtoes.“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.
“The
hiša
housemusthavefallenonji
her.Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthelittle
ženska
womancalmly.“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
je
theWickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”answeredje
thelittlewoman.“Shehasheld
vse
alltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernoč
nightandday.Nowtheyare
vsi
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyare
je
thepeoplewholiveinthislandofje
theEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
ampak
butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.WhentheysawtheWitchoftheEastwas
mrtva
deadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,in
andIcameatonce.IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
je
thelittlewoman.“ButIama
dobra
goodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.Iamnotaspowerfulas
je
theWickedWitchwaswhoruledtukaj
here,orIshouldhavesetje
thepeoplefreemyself.”“ButIthought
vse
allwitcheswerewicked,”saidthedekle
girl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.“Oh,
ne
no,thatisagreatmistake.Therewere
samo
onlyfourwitchesinallje
theLandofOz,anddve
twoofthem,thosewhoživijo
liveintheNorthandje
theSouth,aregoodwitches.I
vem
knowthisistrue,forIameden
oneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.Those
ki
whodweltintheEastin
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;toda
butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofnjih
them,thereisbutoneWickedWitchinalltheLandofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,
po
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmeda
thatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquired
je
thelittleoldwoman.“Sheismyaunt
ki
wholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”TheWitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkfora
časa
time,withherheadbowedin
andhereyesupontheground.Thenshelooked
navzgor
upandsaid,“Idonotvem
knowwhereKansasis,forIhavenikoli
neverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.Ampak
Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Ampak
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasnikoli
neverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestofthesveta
world.Thereforewestillhavewitches
in
andwizardsamongstus.”“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.
“Heismorepowerfulthan
vseh
alltherestofusskupaj
together.Helivesinthe
Mestu
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywasgoingtoaskanother
vprašanje
question,butjustthentheMunchkins,ki
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavealoudshoutin
andpointedtothecornerofthehiše
housewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
asked
je
thelittleoldwoman,andlooked,in
andbegantolaugh.ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
in
andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedtheWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Toda
Butthesilvershoesareyours,in
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereached
navzdol
downandpickeduptheshoes,in
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”said
eden
oneoftheMunchkins,“andthereisnekaj
somecharmconnectedwiththem;ampak
butwhatitiswenikoli
neverknew.”Dorothycarriedtheshoesinto
je
thehouseandplacedthemonje
thetable.Thenshecameout
spet
againtotheMunchkinsandsaid:.“Iamanxioustogetbacktomyaunt
in
anduncle,forIamsuretheybodo
willworryaboutme.Canyouhelpme
najti
findmyway?”TheMunchkins
in
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,in
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“AttheEast,notfarfromhere,”said
eden
one,“thereisagreatdesert,in
andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”said
drugi
another,“forIhavebeentam
thereandseenit.TheSouthisthe
dežela
countryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”saidthethird
človek
man,“thatitistheenako
sameattheWest.Andthatcountry,
kjer
wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWickedWitchoftheWest,whowouldmakeyouherslaveče
ifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”saidthe
stara
oldlady,“andatitsedgeisthesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydraga
dear,youwillhavetoživeti
livewithus.”Dorothybegantosobat
tem
this,forshefeltlonelyamongallthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
in
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthelittle
staro
oldwoman,shetookoffhercapin
andbalancedthepointonthekoncu
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,dva
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Mesto
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittle
stara
oldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,in
andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked,“Isyourime
nameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”answered
je
thechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.“Thenyoumust
iti
gototheCityofEmeralds.PerhapsOz
bo
willhelpyou.”“Whereis
to
thiscity?”askedDorothy.
“Itis
točno
exactlyinthecenterofthecountry,in
andisruledbyOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Ishea
dober
goodman?”