The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Spanish A2 Translation Books

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Spanish A2 Translation Books

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,mythsandfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeandinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousandmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimmandAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsthanallotherhumancreations.
Yettheoldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,maynowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;
forthetimehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfandfairyareeliminated,togetherwithallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointafearsomemoraltoeachtale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesandgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Havingthisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“The
Maravilloso
Wonderful
WizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeingamodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentandjoyareretainedandtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
DorothylivedinthemidstofthegreatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,and
Tía
Aunt
Em,whowasthefarmer’swife.
Theirhousewassmall,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagonmanymiles.
Therewerefourwalls,a
piso
floor
andaroof,whichmadeoneroom;
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,a
mesa
table
,threeorfourchairs,andthebeds.
UncleHenryand
Tía
Aunt
Emhadabigbedinonecorner,andDorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.
Therewasnogarretatall,andnocellar—exceptasmall
agujero
hole
dugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamilycouldgoincaseoneofthosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushany
edificio
building
initspath.
Itwas
llegaba
reached
byatrapdoorinthe
medio
middle
ofthefloor,fromwhichaladder
conducía
led
downintothesmall,
oscuro
dark
hole.
WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthegreatgrayprairieoneveryside.
Nota
árbol
tree
norahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrythat
alcanzaba
reached
totheedgeofthe
cielo
sky
inalldirections.
The
sol
sun
hadbakedtheplowed
tierra
land
intoagraymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.
Eventhegrasswasnot
verde
green
,forthesunhad
quemado
burned
thetopsofthelongbladesuntiltheywerethesamegraycolortobeseen
por todas partes
everywhere
.
Oncethehousehadbeenpainted,butthe
sol
sun
blisteredthepaintandtherainswasheditaway,andnowthehousewasasdullandgrayaseverythingelse.
When
Tía
Aunt
Emcametheretoliveshewasayoung,prettywife.
The
sol
sun
andwindhadchangedher,too.
Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyesandleftthemasobergray;
theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeksandlips,andtheyweregrayalso.
Shewasthinandgaunt,andnever
sonrió
smiled
now.
WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,firstcametoher,
Tía
Aunt
Emhadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamandpressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerry
voz
voice
reachedherears;
andshestilllookedatthelittlegirlwith
asombro
wonder
thatshecouldfindanythingto
reírse
laugh
at.
UncleHenryneverlaughed.
Heworkedhardfrommorningtillnightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewasgrayalso,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,andhelookedsternandsolemn,andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothy
reír
laugh
,andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasherothersurroundings.
Totowasnotgray;
hewasalittleblackdog,withlongsilkyhairandsmallblackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhisfunny,wee
nariz
nose
.
Totoplayedalldaylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Today,however,theywerenotplaying.
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepandlookedanxiouslyatthe
cielo
sky
,whichwasevengrayerthanusual.
DorothystoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,andlookedatthe
cielo
sky
too.
AuntEmwas
lavando
washing
thedishes.
Fromthefar
norte
north
theyheardalowwailofthewind,andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewherethelonggrassbowedinwavesbeforethecomingstorm.
Therenowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthe
sur
south
,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheysawripplesinthegrasscomingfromthatdirectionalso.
De repente
Suddenly
UncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecowsandhorseswerekept.
Tía
Aunt
Emdroppedherworkandcametothedoor.
Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
Toto
saltó
jumped
outofDorothy’sarmsand
escondió
hid
underthebed,andthegirlstartedtogethim.
Tía
Aunt
Em,badlyfrightened,threwopenthetrapdoorinthe
suelo
floor
andclimbeddowntheladderintothesmall,
oscuro
dark
hole.
DorothycaughtTotoatlastandstartedtofollowher
tía
aunt
.
Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheroomtherecameagreatshriekfromthewind,andthehouseshooksohardthatshelostherfootingandsatdown
de repente
suddenly
uponthefloor.
Thena
extraño
strange
thinghappened.
Thehousewhirledaroundtwoorthreetimesandroseslowlythroughtheair.
Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoingupinaballoon.
The
norte
north
andsouthwindsmetwherethehousestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthe
medio
middle
ofacyclonetheairisgenerallystill,butthegreatpressureofthewindoneverysideofthehouse
elevó
raised
ituphigherandhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmilesandmilesawayaseasilyasyoucould
llevar
carry
afeather.
Itwasvery
oscuro
dark
,andthewindhowledhorriblyaroundher,butDorothyfoundshewas
montando
riding
quiteeasily.
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,andoneothertimewhenthehousetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeababyinacradle.
Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranabouttheroom,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
butDorothysatquitestillonthe
suelo
floor
andwaitedtoseewhatwouldhappen.
OnceTotogottooneartheopentrapdoor,andfellin;
andatfirstthelittlegirlthoughtshehadlosthim.
Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupthroughthe
agujero
hole
,forthestrongpressureoftheairwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.
Shecrepttothe
agujero
hole
,caughtTotobytheear,anddraggedhimintotheroomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.
Hourafterhour
pasaron
passed
away,andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;
butshefeltquitelonely,andthe
viento
wind
shriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshenearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshehad
preguntado
wondered
ifshewouldbedashedtopieceswhenthehousefellagain;
butasthehours
pasaban
passed
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingandresolvedtowaitcalmlyandseewhatthe
futuro
future
wouldbring.
Atlastshecrawledovertheswaying
suelo
floor
toherbed,andlaydownuponit;
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideher.
ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedbyashock,sosuddenandseverethatifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreathand
preguntarse
wonder
whathadhappened;
andTotoputhiscoldlittle
nariz
nose
intoherfaceandwhineddismally.
Dorothysatupand
notó
noticed
thatthehousewasnotmoving;
ni
nor
wasitdark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthe
ventana
window
,floodingthelittleroom.
ShesprangfromherbedandwithTotoatherheelsranandopenedthedoor.
Thelittlegirlgavea
grito
cry
ofamazementandlookedabouther,hereyes
creciendo
growing
biggerandbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.
Thecyclonehadsetthehousedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofacountryofmarvelous
belleza
beauty
.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrichandlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesandbushes.
Alittlewayoffwasasmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,andmurmuringina
voz
voice
verygratefultoalittlegirlwhohadlivedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrangeandbeautifulsights,she
notó
noticed
comingtowardhera
grupo
group
ofthequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.
Theywerenotasbigasthegrownfolkshehadalwaysbeenusedto;
but
tampoco
neither
weretheyverysmall.
Infact,they
parecían
seemed
aboutastallasDorothy,whowasawell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofaraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.
Threeweremenandoneawoman,andallwereoddlydressed.
They
llevaban
wore
roundhatsthatrosetoasmallpointa
pie
foot
abovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
thelittlewoman’shatwaswhite,andshe
llevaba
wore
awhitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthe
sol
sun
likediamonds.
Themenweredressedin
azul
blue
,ofthesameshadeastheirhats,and
llevaban
wore
well-polishedbootswitha
profundo
deep
rollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldasUncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmucholder.
Herfacewas
cubierto
covered
withwrinkles,herhairwasnearlywhite,andshewalked
bastante
rather
stiffly.
WhenthesepeopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywasstandinginthedoorway,theypausedandwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madea
baja
low
bowandsaid,inasweet
voz
voice:
.
“Youarewelcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothe
tierra
land
oftheMunchkins.
WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Este
East
,andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothylistenedtothisspeechwith
asombro
wonder
.
Whatcouldthelittlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchofthe
Este
East
?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmlesslittlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;
andshehadneverkilledanythinginallherlife.
Butthelittlewomanevidently
esperaba
expected
hertoanswer;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youareverykind,buttheremustbesome
error
mistake
.
Ihavenotkilledanything.”
“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthelittleoldwoman,witha
risa
laugh
,“andthatisthesamething.
See!”
she
continuó
continued
,pointingtothecornerofthehouse.
“Therearehertwo
pies
feet
,stillstickingoutfromunderablockofwood.”
Dorothylooked,andgavealittle
grito
cry
offright.
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthegreatbeamthehouserestedon,two
pies
feet
werestickingout,shodinsilver
zapatos
shoes
withpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
lloró
cried
Dorothy,claspingherhandstogetherindismay.
“Thehousemusthavefallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”saidthelittlewomancalmly.
“Butwhowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“ShewastheWickedWitchofthe
Este
East
,asIsaid,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ShehasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,makingthemslaveforhernightandday.
Nowtheyareallsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethepeoplewholiveinthis
tierra
land
oftheEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”
“AreyouaMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthe
tierra
land
oftheNorth.
WhentheysawtheWitchofthe
Este
East
wasdeadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengertome,andIcameatonce.
IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyouarealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIamagoodwitch,andthepeopleloveme.
IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwaswho
gobernaba
ruled
here,orIshouldhavesetthepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButIthoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”saidthegirl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.
“Oh,no,thatisagreat
error
mistake
.
Therewereonlyfourwitchesinallthe
Tierra
Land
ofOz,andtwoofthem,thosewholiveinthe
Norte
North
andtheSouth,aregoodwitches.
Iknowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Thosewhodweltinthe
Este
East
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
butnowthatyouhavekilledoneofthem,thereisbutoneWickedWitchinallthe
Tierra
Land
ofOz—theonewholivesintheWest.”
“But,”saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“Whois
Tía
Aunt
Em?”
inquiredthelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismy
tía
aunt
wholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”
TheWitchofthe
Norte
North
seemedtothinkforatime,withherheadbowedandhereyesuponthe
suelo
ground
.
Thenshelookedupandsaid,“IdonotknowwhereKansasis,forIhaveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Buttellme,isitacivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesIbelievetherearenowitchesleft,
ni
nor
wizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
But,yousee,the
Tierra
Land
ofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.
Thereforewestillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
askedDorothy.
“OzhimselfistheGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkingher
voz
voice
toawhisper.
“Heismorepowerfulthanalltherestofustogether.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavealoudshoutandpointedtothecornerofthehousewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.
“Whatisit?”
askedthelittleoldwoman,andlooked,and
comenzó
began
tolaugh.
ThefeetofthedeadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,andnothingwasleftbutthesilver
zapatos
shoes
.
“Shewassoold,”
explicó
explained
theWitchofthe
Norte
North
,“thatshedriedup
rápidamente
quickly
inthesun.Thatistheendofher.
Butthesilver
zapatos
shoes
areyours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereacheddownandpickedupthe
zapatos
shoes
,andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“TheWitchofthe
Este
East
wasproudofthosesilvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;
butwhatitisweneverknew.”
Dorothy
llevó
carried
theshoesintothehouseandplacedthemonthe
mesa
table
.
ThenshecameoutagaintotheMunchkinsandsaid:.
“Iamanxioustogetbacktomy
tía
aunt
anduncle,forIamsuretheywillworryaboutme.
Canyouhelpmefindmyway?”
TheMunchkinsandtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“Atthe
Este
East
,notfarfromhere,”saidone,“thereisagreatdesert,and
nadie
none
couldlivetocrossit.”
“ItisthesameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forIhavebeenthereandseenit.
The
Sur
South
isthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”saidthe
tercer
third
man,“thatitisthesameatthe
Oeste
West
.
Andthatcountry,wheretheWinkieslive,is
gobernado
ruled
bytheWickedWitchofthe
Oeste
West
,whowouldmakeyouherslaveifyou
pasabas
passed
herway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeisthesamegreatdesertthatsurroundsthis
Tierra
Land
ofOz.I’mafraid,mydear,youwillhavetolivewithus.”
Dorothy
comenzó
began
tosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamongallthesestrangepeople.
Hertears
parecían
seemed
togrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,forthey
inmediatamente
immediately
tookouttheirhandkerchiefsand
comenzaron
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
gobernado
ruled
byOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof.”
“Isheagoodman?”