Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
in
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodskozi
throughtheages,foreveryzdravo
healthyyoungsterhasawholesomein
andinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousin
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
in
andAndersenhavebroughtmoresreče
happinesstochildishheartsthanvse
allotherhumancreations.Yet
je
theoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,lahko
maynowbeclassedas“historical”inje
thechildren’slibrary;forthe
čas
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inki
whichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfin
andfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorriblein
andblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltovsaki
eachtale.Moderneducationincludesmorality;
zato
thereforethemodernchildseekssamo
onlyentertainmentinitswondertalesin
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Having
to
thisthoughtinmind,thezgodba
storyof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittenizključno
solelytopleasechildrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairy
pravljica
tale,inwhichthewondermentin
andjoyareretainedandtheheartachesin
andnightmaresareleftout.L.
Poglavje
ChapterITheCycloneDorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,
s
withUncleHenry,whowasakmet
farmer,andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’sžena
wife.Theirhousewassmall,for
je
thelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.Therewerefourwalls,a
tla
floorandaroof,whichmadeeno
oneroom;andthisroomcontaineda
zarjaveli
rustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,amiza
table,threeorfourchairs,in
andthebeds.UncleHenry
in
andAuntEmhadabigposteljo
bedinonecorner,andDorothyalittleposteljo
bedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,
in
andnocellar—exceptasmallholeduginthetleh
ground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseeden
oneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightydovolj
enoughtocrushanybuildinginitspoti
path.Itwasreachedbyatrap
vrata
doorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhichalestev
ladderleddownintothesmall,temno
darkhole.WhenDorothystoodin
je
thedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseeničesar
nothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.Nota
drevo
treenorahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountryki
thatreachedtotheedgeoftheneba
skyinalldirections.The
sonce
sunhadbakedtheplowedlandintoasivo
graymass,withlittlecracksrunningskozi
throughit.Eventhegrasswasnot
zelena
green,forthesunhadburnedje
thetopsofthelongbladesdokler
untiltheywerethesamesive
graycolortobeseenpovsod
everywhere.Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,
vendar
butthesunblisteredthebarvo
paintandtherainswasheditaway,in
andnowthehousewasasdullin
andgrayaseverythingelse.Ko
WhenAuntEmcametheretoliveshewasje
ayoung,prettywife.The
sonce
sunandwindhadchangedher,tudi
too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
in
andleftthemasobersivo
gray;theyhadtakenthe
rdečo
redfromhercheeksandlips,in
andtheyweregrayalso.Shewasthin
in
andgaunt,andneversmiledzdaj
now.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
prvič
firstcametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’ssmehom
laughterthatshewouldscreamin
andpressherhanduponhersrce
heartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;in
andshestilllookedatje
thelittlegirlwithwonderthatshecouldfindanythingtosmejijo
laughat.UncleHenryneverlaughed.
Heworked
trdo
hardfrommorningtillnightin
anddidnotknowwhatveselje
joywas.Hewasgray
tudi
also,fromhislongbeardtohisgrobo
roughboots,andhelookedsternin
andsolemn,andrarelyspoke.ItwasToto
da
thatmadeDorothylaugh,andsavedherfromgrowingassiva
grayasherothersurroundings.Totowasnot
sivi
gray;hewasalittle
črni
blackdog,withlongsilkylasmi
hairandsmallblackeyeski
thattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,weenosu
nose.Totoplayedalldaylong,
in
andDorothyplayedwithhim,in
andlovedhimdearly.Today,
pa
however,theywerenotplaying.Stric
UncleHenrysatuponthepragu
doorstepandlookedanxiouslyatje
thesky,whichwasevengrayerkot
thanusual.Dorothystoodin
je
thedoorwithTotoinherarms,in
andlookedattheskytudi
too.AuntEmwaswashing
je
thedishes.Fromthefarnorththeyheardalowwailofthe
vetra
wind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseekje
wherethelonggrassbowedinwavespred
beforethecomingstorm.There
zdaj
nowcameasharpwhistlinginthezraku
airfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthetravi
grasscomingfromthatdirectiontudi
also.SuddenlyUncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
ženo
wife.“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenheran
proti
towardtheshedswherethecowsin
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedher
delo
workandcametothevrat
door.Oneglancetoldherof
je
thedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
in
andhidunderthebed,in
andthegirlstartedtogetga
him.AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopen
je
thetrapdoorinthetleh
floorandclimbeddowntheladderintoje
thesmall,darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
in
andstartedtofollowherteti
aunt.Whenshewashalfwayacrossthe
sobo
roomtherecameagreatshriekfromthevetra
wind,andthehouseshooksohardda
thatshelostherfootingin
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthetleh
floor.Thenastrangethinghappened.
Je
Thehousewhirledaroundtwoali
orthreetimesandrosepočasi
slowlythroughtheair.Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoing
navzgor
upinaballoon.The
severni
northandsouthwindsmetkjer
wherethehousestood,andmadeitje
theexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthe
sredini
middleofacyclonethezrak
airisgenerallystill,butthegreattlak
pressureofthewindoneverysideofthehiše
houseraisedituphigherin
andhigher,untilitwasattheveryvrhu
topofthecyclone;and
tam
thereitremainedandwascarriedmilesin
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldcarryje
afeather.Itwasvery
temno
dark,andthewindhowledgrozno
horriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquitezlahka
easily.Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,
in
andoneothertimewhenthehiša
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockednežno
gently,likeababyinacradle.Totodidnot
všeč
likeit.Heranaboutthe
sobi
room,nowhere,nowthere,barkingglasno
loudly;butDorothysatquitestillon
je
thefloorandwaitedtoseewhatwouldzgodilo
happen.OnceTotogottoonear
je
theopentrapdoor,andfellin;in
andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlostga
him.Butsoonshesaw
eno
oneofhisearsstickingnavzgor
upthroughthehole,forthemočan
strongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimnavzgor
upsothathecouldnotfall.Shecreptto
je
thehole,caughtTotobyje
theear,anddraggedhimintoje
theroomagain,afterwardclosingje
thetrapdoorsothatne
nomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Uro
Hourafterhourpassedaway,in
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;butshefeltquitelonely,
in
andthewindshriekedsoglasno
loudlyallaboutherthatsheskoraj
nearlybecamedeaf.Atfirstshehadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
ko
whenthehousefellagain;toda
butasthehourspassedin
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingin
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyin
andseewhatthefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawled
čez
overtheswayingfloortoherbed,in
andlaydownuponit;in
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideji
her.ChapterIITheCouncil
z
withtheMunchkinsShewasawakenedbya
šok
shock,sosuddenandsevereda
thatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,
je
thejarmadehercatchherdihanje
breathandwonderwhathadhappened;in
andTotoputhiscoldmali
littlenoseintoherfacein
andwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
in
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;niti
norwasitdark,forje
thebrightsunshinecameinatje
thewindow,floodingthelittlesobo
room.Shesprangfromherbed
in
andwithTotoatherheelsranin
andopenedthedoor.Thelittlegirlgaveacryofamazement
in
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingvečje
biggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.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
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthečudne
strangeandbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingproti
towardheragroupofthequeerestljudi
peopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotasbigas
je
thegrownfolkshehadvedno
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
zelo
verysmall.Infact,theyseemed
približno
aboutastallasDorothy,ki
whowasawell-grownchildforherstarost
age,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.Trije
Threeweremenandoneaženska
woman,andallwereoddlydressed.Theywore
okrogle
roundhatsthatrosetoamajhne
smallpointafootabovetheirheads,z
withlittlebellsaroundthebrimski
thattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwere
modre
blue;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,herhairwasskoraj
nearlywhite,andshewalkedratherstiffly.Ko
Whenthesepeopledrewnearje
thehousewhereDorothywasstandinginje
thedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedmed
amongthemselves,asifafraidtopriti
comefarther.Butthelittle
stara
oldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madeanizko
lowbowandsaid,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
buttheremustbesomenapaka
mistake.Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Your
hiša
housedid,anyway,”repliedthelittlestara
oldwoman,withalaugh,“andto
thatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingto
je
thecornerofthehouse.“Thereareher
dva
twofeet,stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”Dorothylooked,
in
andgavealittlecryofstrahu
fright.There,indeed,justunder
je
thecornerofthegreatbeamje
thehouserestedon,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,makingthemsužnji
slaveforhernightanddan
day.Nowtheyareallsetfree,
in
andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyare
je
thepeoplewholiveinthisdeželi
landoftheEastwhereje
theWickedWitchruled.”“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
ampak
butIamtheirfriend,čeprav
althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.Whentheysawthe
Čarovnica
WitchoftheEastwasmrtva
deadtheMunchkinssentaswiftglasnik
messengertome,andIcameatonce.Iamthe
Čarovnica
WitchoftheNorth.”“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answered
je
thelittlewoman.“ButIama
dobra
goodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.Iamnotas
močna
powerfulastheWickedWitchwaski
whoruledhere,orIshouldhavesetje
thepeoplefreemyself.”“ButIthought
vse
allwitcheswerewicked,”saidthedekle
girl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.“Oh,
ne
no,thatisagreatnapaka
mistake.Therewereonlyfourwitchesinall
je
theLandofOz,anddve
twoofthem,thosewhoživijo
liveintheNorthandje
theSouth,aregoodwitches.I
vem
knowthisistrue,forIameden
oneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.Those
ki
whodweltintheEastin
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;toda
butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofnjih
them,thereisbutoneWickedČarovnica
WitchinalltheLandofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”“But,”saidDorothy,
po
afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmeda
thatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”“Whois
Teta
AuntEm?”inquiredthelittle
stara
oldwoman.“Sheismy
teta
auntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”The
Čarovnica
WitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkforačasa
time,withherheadbowedin
andhereyesuponthetleh
ground.Thenshelookedup
in
andsaid,“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,”answeredthe
Čarovnica
Witch,sinkinghervoicetoawhisper.“Heismorepowerfulthan
vseh
alltherestofusskupaj
together.Helivesinthe
Mestu
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywasgoingtoaskanother
vprašanje
question,butjustthentheMunchkins,ki
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gaveaglasno
loudshoutandpointedtothekotiček
cornerofthehousewheretheWickedČarovnica
Witchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
asked
je
thelittleoldwoman,andlooked,in
andbegantolaugh.ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappeared
popolnoma
entirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedthe
Čarovnica
WitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyinthesoncu
sun.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:.“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
teti
auntanduncle,forIamsuretheybodo
willworryaboutme.Canyouhelpme
najti
findmyway?”TheMunchkins
in
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,in
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“Atthe
Vzhodu
East,notfarfromhere,”saideden
one,“thereisagreatdesert,in
andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”“ItisthesameattheSouth,”said
drugi
another,“forIhavebeentam
thereandseenit.The
Jug
SouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”“Iamtold,”saidthe
tretji
thirdman,“thatitistheenako
sameattheWest.Andthatcountry,
kjer
wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWickedČarovnica
WitchoftheWest,whowouldmakeyouherslaveče
ifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”saidthe
stara
oldlady,“andatitsrobu
edgeisthesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mydraga
dear,youwillhavetoživeti
livewithus.”Dorothybegantosobat
tem
this,forshefeltlonelymed
amongallthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
takoj
immediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefsin
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthelittle
staro
oldwoman,shetookoffhercapin
andbalancedthepointonthekoncu
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,dva
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswritteninbig,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Mesto
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittle
stara
oldwomantooktheslatefromhernosu
nose,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,theGreatČarovnik
WizardItoldyouof.”“Ishea
dober
goodman?”