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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Translation Books for Swedish A1 Learners

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | Progressive Translation Books for Swedish A1 Learners

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Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
och
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhood
genom
throughtheages,foreveryhealthyyoungster
har
hasawholesomeandinstinctive
kärlek
loveforstoriesfantastic,marvelous
och
andmanifestlyunreal.
ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
och
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishhearts
än
thanallotherhumancreations.
Ändå
Yettheoldtimefairytale,
har
havingservedforgenerations,may
nu
nowbeclassedas“historical”in
den
thechildren’slibrary;
forthe
tiden
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarf
och
andfairyareeliminated,together
med
withallthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorsto
peka
pointafearsomemoralto
varje
eachtale.
Moderneducationincludesmorality;
therefore
det
themodernchildseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertales
och
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.
Having
denna
thisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelyto
behaga
pleasechildrenoftoday.
Itaspirestobeing
en
amodernizedfairytale,in
där
whichthewondermentandjoyareretained
och
andtheheartachesandnightmaresareleftout.
L.
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothy
bodde
livedinthemidstof
de
thegreatKansasprairies,with
Farbror
UncleHenry,whowasafarmer,
och
andAuntEm,whowas
de
thefarmer’swife.
Theirhousewas
litet
small,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagon
många
manymiles.
Therewerefourwalls,afloor
och
andaroof,whichmadeone
rum
room;
andthisroomcontainedarustylookingcookstove,acupboardfor
det
thedishes,atable,three
eller
orfourchairs,andthebeds.
Farbror
UncleHenryandAuntEm
hade
hadabigbedinonecorner,
och
andDorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.
Therewas
ingen
nogarretatall,and
ingen
nocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wherethefamily
kunde
couldgoincaseoneof
dessa
thosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mighty
nog
enoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.
Itwasreachedby
en
atrapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhich
en
aladderleddownintothe
lilla
small,darkhole.
WhenDorothy
stod
stoodinthedoorwayandlooked
omkring
around,shecouldseenothingbut
den
thegreatgrayprairieonevery
sidor
side.
Notatreenor
ett
ahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountry
som
thatreachedtotheedgeof
det
theskyinalldirections.
Thesun
hade
hadbakedtheplowedlandinto
en
agraymass,withlittlecracksrunning
genom
throughit.
Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthesun
hade
hadburnedthetopsofthelongblades
tills
untiltheywerethesamegraycolortobe
se
seeneverywhere.
Oncethehouse
hade
hadbeenpainted,butthesunblisteredthepaint
och
andtherainswashedit
bort
away,andnowthehousewasasdull
och
andgrayaseverythingelse.
När
WhenAuntEmcamethereto
bo
liveshewasayoung,
vacker
prettywife.
Thesunandwind
hade
hadchangedher,too.
They
hade
hadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
och
andleftthemasobergray;
they
hade
hadtakentheredfromhercheeks
och
andlips,andtheyweregray
också
also.
Shewasthinandgaunt,
och
andneversmilednow.
WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
först
firstcametoher,AuntEm
hade
hadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshe
kom
wouldscreamandpressher
hand
handuponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;
och
andshestilllookedat
den
thelittlegirlwithwonderthatshe
kunde
couldfindanythingtolaugh
på
at.
UncleHenryneverlaughed.
He
arbetade
workedhardfrommorningtill
kväll
nightanddidnotknowwhatjoywas.
Hewasgray
också
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,
och
andhelookedsternandsolemn,
och
andrarelyspoke.
ItwasTotothatmadeDorothylaugh,
och
andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasher
andra
othersurroundings.
Totowasnotgray;
hewas
en
alittleblackdog,withlongsilky
hår
hairandsmallblackeyes
som
thattwinkledmerrilyoneither
sidan
sideofhisfunny,weenose.
Toto
lekte
playedalldaylong,andDorothy
lekte
playedwithhim,andlovedhimdearly.
Idag
Today,however,theywerenot
spelade
playing.
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstep
och
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,
som
whichwasevengrayerthanusual.
Dorothy
stod
stoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,
och
andlookedatthesky
också
too.
AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthe
avlägsna
farnorththeyheardalowwailofthewind,
och
andUncleHenryandDorothy
kunde
couldseewherethelonggrassbowedinwaves
före
beforethecomingstorm.
There
nu
nowcameasharpwhistlingintheairfromthesouth,
och
andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaythey
såg
sawripplesinthegrass
komma
comingfromthatdirectionalso.
Suddenly
Farbror
UncleHenrystoodup.
“There’sacyclonecoming,Em,”hecalledtohis
fru
wife.
“I’llgolookafterthestock.”
Thenhe
sprang
rantowardtheshedswherethecows
och
andhorseswerekept.
AuntEmdroppedher
arbete
workandcametothe
dörren
door.
Oneglancetoldherof
den
thedangercloseathand.
“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
och
andhidunderthebed,
och
andthegirlstartedtoget
honom
him.
AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threwopen
det
thetrapdoorinthefloor
och
andclimbeddowntheladderinto
det
thesmall,darkhole.
Dorothy
fångade
caughtTotoatlastand
började
startedtofollowheraunt.
När
Whenshewashalfwayacrossthe
rummet
roomtherecameagreatshriekfromthewind,
och
andthehouseshookso
hårt
hardthatshelostherfooting
och
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.
Then
en
astrangethinghappened.
The
huset
housewhirledaroundtwoor
tre
threetimesandroseslowly
genom
throughtheair.
Dorothyfeltas
om
ifsheweregoingupin
en
aballoon.
Thenorthandsouthwindsmet
där
wherethehousestood,and
gjorde
madeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.
Inthemiddleof
en
acyclonetheairisgenerally
stilla
still,butthegreatpressureofthewindonevery
sida
sideofthehouseraisedit
upp
uphigherandhigher,untilitwasatthevery
toppen
topofthecyclone;
and
där
thereitremainedandwascarriedmiles
och
andmilesawayaseasilyasyou
kunde
couldcarryafeather.
Itwas
mycket
verydark,andthewindhowledhorribly
runt
aroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasriding
ganska
quiteeasily.
Afterthefirst
få
fewwhirlsaround,andone
annan
othertimewhenthehousetippedbadly,she
kände
feltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likea
baby
babyinacradle.
Totodidnot
gillade
likeit.
Heranaboutthe
rummet
room,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;
men
butDorothysatquitestillonthefloor
och
andwaitedtoseewhatwould
hända
happen.
OnceTotogottoonear
den
theopentrapdoor,and
föll
fellin;
andatfirst
den
thelittlegirlthoughtshe
hade
hadlosthim.
Butsoonshe
såg
sawoneofhisearsstickingup
genom
throughthehole,forthestrongpressureof
det
theairwaskeepinghimupso
att
thathecouldnotfall.
Shecrepttothehole,caughtTotobytheear,
och
anddraggedhimintothe
rummet
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothat
inga
nomoreaccidentscouldhappen.
Timme
Hourafterhourpassedaway,
och
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;
men
butshefeltquitelonely,
och
andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallabouther
att
thatshenearlybecamedeaf.
Atfirstshe
hade
hadwonderedifshewouldbedashedtopieces
när
whenthehousefellagain;
men
butasthehourspassed
och
andnothingterriblehappened,she
slutade
stoppedworryingandresolvedto
vänta
waitcalmlyandseewhatthefuturewould
för
bring.
Atlastshecrawled
över
overtheswayingfloortoher
säng
bed,andlaydownuponit;
och
andTotofollowedandlaydownbeside
henne
her.
ChapterIITheCouncil
med
withtheMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
en
ashock,sosuddenandsevere
att
thatifDorothyhadnotbeen
legat
lyingonthesoftbedshe
kunde
mighthavebeenhurt.
Asitwas,thejar
gjorde
madehercatchherbreath
och
andwonderwhathadhappened;
och
andTotoputhiscold
lilla
littlenoseintoherface
och
andwhineddismally.
Dorothysat
upp
upandnoticedthatthe
huset
housewasnotmoving;
norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshine
kom
cameinatthewindow,floodingthe
lilla
littleroom.
Shesprangfromher
säng
bedandwithTotoatherheels
sprang
ranandopenedthedoor.
The
lilla
littlegirlgaveacryofamazement
och
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbigger
och
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshe
såg
saw.
Thecyclonehadsetthe
huset
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofa
land
countryofmarvelousbeauty.
Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,
med
withstatelytreesbearingrich
och
andlusciousfruits.
Banksofgorgeousflowerswereoneveryhand,
och
andbirdswithrareandbrilliantplumage
sjöng
sangandflutteredinthetrees
och
andbushes.
Alittleway
bort
offwasasmallbrook,rushing
och
andsparklingalongbetweengreenbanks,
och
andmurmuringinavoice
mycket
verygratefultoalittle
flicka
girlwhohadlivedso
länge
longonthedry,grayprairies.
Medan
Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyat
de
thestrangeandbeautifulsights,shenoticed
kom
comingtowardheragroupof
de
thequeerestpeopleshehadever
sett
seen.
Theywerenotas
stora
bigasthegrownfolkshe
hade
hadalwaysbeenusedto;
men
butneitherweretheyvery
små
small.
Infact,theyseemed
om
aboutastallasDorothy,whowas
ett
awell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,so
långt
faraslooksgo,manyyearsolder.
Tre
Threeweremenandonea
kvinna
woman,andallwereoddlydressed.
Theyworeroundhatsthatroseto
en
asmallpointafootabovetheirheads,
med
withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.
Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
den
thelittlewoman’shatwas
vit
white,andsheworea
vit
whitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.
Över
Overitweresprinkledlittlestarsthatglistenedinthesunlikediamonds.
Themenweredressedinblue,ofthe
samma
sameshadeastheirhats,
och
andworewell-polishedbootswith
en
adeeprollofblueatthetops.
Themen,Dorothy
tänkte
thought,wereaboutasoldas
Farbror
UncleHenry,fortwoofthem
hade
hadbeards.
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtless
mycket
mucholder.
Herfacewascoveredwithwrinkles,her
hår
hairwasnearlywhite,andshe
gick
walkedratherstiffly.
Whenthese
människor
peopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywas
stod
standinginthedoorway,theypaused
och
andwhisperedamongthemselves,as
om
ifafraidtocomefarther.
Men
Butthelittleoldwoman
gick
walkeduptoDorothy,made
en
alowbowandsaid,in
en
asweetvoice:.
“Youare
välkommen
welcome,mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.
Wearesogratefultoyouforhaving
dödade
killedtheWickedWitchof
den
theEast,andforsettingour
folk
peoplefreefrombondage.”
Dorothy
lyssnade
listenedtothisspeechwithwonder.
What
kan
couldthelittlewomanpossibly
menat
meanbycallingherasorceress,
och
andsayingshehadkilled
den
theWickedWitchoftheEast?
Dorothywasaninnocent,harmless
liten
littlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclone
många
manymilesfromhome;
andshe
hade
hadneverkilledanythinginallher
liv
life.
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedherto
svara
answer;
soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youare
väldigt
verykind,buttheremustbesomemistake.
I
har
havenotkilledanything.”
“Your
hus
housedid,anyway,”repliedthe
lilla
littleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andthatisthe
samma
samething.
See!”
shecontinued,
pekade
pointingtothecornerofthe
huset
house.
“Therearehertwofeet,
fortfarande
stillstickingoutfromunder
ett
ablockofwood.”
Dorothy
tittade
looked,andgavealittlecryoffright.
Där
There,indeed,justunderthecornerof
den
thegreatbeamthehouse
vilade
restedon,twofeetweresticking
ut
out,shodinsilvershoes
med
withpointedtoes.
“Oh,dear!
Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
ihop
togetherindismay.
“Thehousemusthave
fallit
fallenonher.
Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereis
inget
nothingtobedone,”said
den
thelittlewomancalmly.
“But
vem
whowasshe?”
askedDorothy.
“Shewas
den
theWickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”
svarade
answeredthelittlewoman.
“She
har
hasheldalltheMunchkinsinbondagefor
många
manyyears,makingthemslaveforher
natt
nightandday.
Nowtheyare
alla
allsetfree,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”
“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethepeople
som
wholiveinthislandoftheEast
där
wheretheWickedWitchruled.”
“Areyou
en
aMunchkin?”
askedDorothy.
“No,
men
butIamtheirfriend,althoughI
bor
liveinthelandoftheNorth.
Whenthey
såg
sawtheWitchoftheEastwas
död
deadtheMunchkinssentaswiftmessengerto
mig
me,andIcameatonce.
IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyou
en
arealwitch?”
“Yes,indeed,”
svarade
answeredthelittlewoman.
“ButIam
en
agoodwitch,andthepeople
älskar
loveme.
Iamnotaspowerfulas
den
theWickedWitchwaswhoruled
här
here,orIshouldhaveset
den
thepeoplefreemyself.”
“ButI
trodde
thoughtallwitcheswerewicked,”
sa
saidthegirl,whowas
halvt
halffrightenedatfacingarealwitch.
“Oh,
nej
no,thatisagreatmistake.
Therewere
bara
onlyfourwitchesinalltheLandofOz,
och
andtwoofthem,those
som
wholiveintheNorth
och
andtheSouth,aregoodwitches.
I
vet
knowthisistrue,forIam
en
oneofthemmyself,andcannotbemistaken.
Those
som
whodweltintheEast
och
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;
men
butnowthatyouhave
dödat
killedoneofthem,thereis
men
butoneWickedWitchinalltheLandofOz—the
en
onewholivesintheWest.”
“But,”
sa
saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEm
ha
hastoldmethatthewitcheswere
alla
alldead—yearsandyearsago.”
“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquired
den
thelittleoldwoman.
“Sheismyaunt
som
wholivesinKansas,whereI
kommer
camefrom.”
TheWitchoftheNorthseemedto
tänka
thinkforatime,withherheadbowed
och
andhereyesupontheground.
Thenshe
tittade
lookedupandsaid,“Idonot
vet
knowwhereKansasis,forI
har
haveneverheardthatcountrymentionedbefore.
Men
Buttellme,isit
ett
acivilizedcountry?”
“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsfor
det
it.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
tror
believetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.
Men
But,yousee,theLandofOz
har
hasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromallthe
resten
restoftheworld.
Thereforewe
fortfarande
stillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”
“Whoarethewizards?”
frågade
askedDorothy.
“Ozhimselfis
den
theGreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoiceto
en
awhisper.
“Heismorepowerful
än
thanalltherestofus
tillsammans
together.
HelivesintheCityofEmeralds.”
Dorothywasgoingtoaskanotherquestion,
men
butjustthentheMunchkins,
som
whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gave
en
aloudshoutandpointedto
den
thecornerofthehousewhere
den
theWickedWitchhadbeen
legat
lying.
“Whatisit?”
asked
den
thelittleoldwoman,and
tittade
looked,andbegantolaugh.
Thefeetofthe
döda
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,
och
andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.
“Shewassoold,”explained
det
theWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedriedupquicklyin
det
thesun.Thatisthe
slutet
endofher.
Butthesilvershoesareyours,
och
andyoushallhavethemtowear.”
Shereached
ner
downandpickeduptheshoes,
och
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.
“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudofthosesilvershoes,”
sa
saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andthereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;
men
butwhatitiswe
aldrig
neverknew.”
Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothe
huset
houseandplacedthemonthetable.
Thenshe
kom
cameoutagaintotheMunchkins
och
andsaid:.
“Iamanxiousto
komma
getbacktomyaunt
och
anduncle,forIam
säker
suretheywillworryabout
mig
me.
Canyouhelpme
hitta
findmyway?”
TheMunchkins
och
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,
och
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.
“AttheEast,not
långt
farfromhere,”saidone,“thereisa
stor
greatdesert,andnonecould
leva
livetocrossit.”
“Itisthe
detsamma
sameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forI
har
havebeenthereandseenit.
TheSouthisthe
land
countryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
sa
saidthethirdman,“thatitisthe
detsamma
sameattheWest.
Andthatcountry,
där
wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWickedWitchoftheWest,whowould
göra
makeyouherslaveifyoupassedherway.”
“TheNorthismyhome,”
sa
saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeis
den
thesamegreatdesertthatsurrounds
detta
thisLandofOz.I’m
rädd
afraid,mydear,youwill
måste
havetolivewithus.”
Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshe
kände
feltlonelyamongallthesestrange
människor
people.
Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediately
tog
tookouttheirhandkerchiefsandbegantoweep
också
also.
Asforthelittle
gamla
oldwoman,shetookoffhercap
och
andbalancedthepointonthe
slutet
endofhernose,whileshecounted“One,
två
two,three”inasolemnvoice.
Atonce
det
thecapchangedtoaslate,onwhichwaswrittenin
stora
big,whitechalkmarks:.
“LETDOROTHY
Gå
GOTOTHECITYOFEMERALDS”.
The
lilla
littleoldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,
och
andhavingreadthewordsonit,
frågade
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”
“Yes,”
svarade
answeredthechild,lookingup
och
anddryinghertears.
“Thenyou
måste
mustgototheCityofEmeralds.
Kanske
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”
“Whereis
här
thiscity?”
askedDorothy.
“Itis
precis
exactlyinthecenterofthecountry,
och
andisruledbyOz,theGreatWizardI
berättade
toldyouof.”
“Ishe
en
agoodman?”