Introduction
Folklore,legends,myths
ve
andfairytaleshavefollowedchildhoodthroughtheages,forher
everyhealthyyoungsterhasawholesomeve
andinstinctiveloveforstoriesfantastic,marvelousve
andmanifestlyunreal.ThewingedfairiesofGrimm
ve
andAndersenhavebroughtmorehappinesstochildishheartsthantüm
allotherhumancreations.Yetthe
eski
oldtimefairytale,havingservedforgenerations,mayşimdi
nowbeclassedas“historical”inthechildren’slibrary;forthe
zaman
timehascomeforaseriesofnewer“wondertales”inwhichthestereotypedgenie,dwarfve
andfairyareeliminated,togetherwithtüm
allthehorribleandblood-curdlingincidentsdevisedbytheirauthorstopointbir
afearsomemoraltoeachtale.Moderneducationincludesmorality;
thereforethemodern
çocuk
childseeksonlyentertainmentinitswondertalesve
andgladlydispenseswithalldisagreeableincident.Having
bu
thisthoughtinmind,thestoryof“TheWonderfulWizardofOz”waswrittensolelytopleasechildrenoftoday.Itaspirestobeing
bir
amodernizedfairytale,inwhichthewondermentve
andjoyareretainedandtheheartachesve
andnightmaresareleftout.L.
ChapterITheCyclone
Dorothy
yaşıyordu
livedinthemidstofthebüyük
greatKansasprairies,withUncleHenry,whowasafarmer,ve
andAuntEm,whowasthefarmer’skarısı
wife.Theirhousewassmall,forthelumbertobuildithadtobecarriedbywagon
birçok
manymiles.Therewerefourwalls,afloor
ve
andaroof,whichmadeoneoda
room;andthisroomcontained
bir
arustylookingcookstove,acupboardforthedishes,bir
atable,threeorfourchairs,ve
andthebeds.UncleHenry
ve
andAuntEmhadabüyük
bigbedinonecorner,ve
andDorothyalittlebedinanothercorner.Therewasnogarretatall,
ve
andnocellar—exceptasmallholedugintheground,calledacyclonecellar,wheretheaile
familycouldgoincaseoneofbu
thosegreatwhirlwindsarose,mightyenoughtocrushanybuildinginitspath.Itwasreachedby
bir
atrapdoorinthemiddleofthefloor,fromwhichbir
aladderleddownintotheküçük
small,darkhole.WhenDorothystoodinthedoorwayandlookedaround,shecouldseenothingbutthe
büyük
greatgrayprairieoneveryside.Not
bir
atreenorahousebrokethebroadsweepofflatcountrythatreachedtotheedgeoftheskyinalldirections.Thesunhadbakedtheplowedlandinto
bir
agraymass,withlittlecracksrunningthroughit.Bile
Eventhegrasswasnotgreen,forthesunhadburnedthetopsoftheuzun
longbladesuntiltheyweretheaynı
samegraycolortobeseeneverywhere.Oncethe
ev
househadbeenpainted,butthesunblisteredthepaintve
andtherainswasheditaway,ve
andnowthehousewasasdullve
andgrayaseverythingelse.WhenAuntEmcame
oraya
theretoliveshewasbir
ayoung,prettywife.Thesun
ve
andwindhadchangedher,da
too.Theyhadtakenthesparklefromhereyes
ve
andleftthemasobergray;theyhadtakentheredfromhercheeks
ve
andlips,andtheyweregrayaynı zamanda
also.Shewasthinandgaunt,
ve
andneversmilednow.WhenDorothy,whowasanorphan,
ilk
firstcametoher,AuntEmhadbeensostartledbythechild’slaughterthatshewouldscreamve
andpressherhanduponherheartwheneverDorothy’smerryvoicereachedherears;ve
andshestilllookedattheküçük
littlegirlwithwonderthatshecouldfindşey
anythingtolaughat.UncleHenry
hiç
neverlaughed.Heworkedhardfrommorningtillnight
ve
anddidnotknowwhatjoywas.Hewasgray
da
also,fromhislongbeardtohisroughboots,ve
andhelookedsternandsolemn,ve
andrarelyspoke.ItwasTotothatmadeDorothylaugh,
ve
andsavedherfromgrowingasgrayasherdiğer
othersurroundings.Totowasnotgray;
hewas
bir
alittleblackdog,withuzun
longsilkyhairandsmallsiyah
blackeyesthattwinkledmerrilyoneithersideofhiskomik
funny,weenose.Totoplayed
bütün
alldaylong,andDorothyplayedwithhim,ve
andlovedhimdearly.Today,however,theywerenotplaying.
Amca
UncleHenrysatuponthedoorstepve
andlookedanxiouslyatthesky,olan
whichwasevengrayerthanusual.Dorothy
durdu
stoodinthedoorwithTotoinherarms,ve
andlookedattheskytoo.AuntEmwaswashingthedishes.
Fromthe
uzak
farnorththeyheardalowwailofthewind,ve
andUncleHenryandDorothycouldseewheretheuzun
longgrassbowedinwavesönce
beforethecomingstorm.There
şimdi
nowcameasharpwhistlinginthehavada
airfromthesouth,andastheyturnedtheireyesthatwaytheygördüler
sawripplesinthegrassgeldi
comingfromthatdirectionalso.Suddenly
Amca
UncleHenrystoodup.“There’sacyclone
geliyor
coming,Em,”hecalledtohiswife.“I’llgo
bakacağım
lookafterthestock.”Thenherantowardtheshedswherethecows
ve
andhorseswerekept.AuntEmdroppedherwork
ve
andcametothedoor.Bir
Oneglancetoldherofthedangercloseathand.“Quick,Dorothy!”
shescreamed.
“Runforthecellar!”
TotojumpedoutofDorothy’sarms
ve
andhidunderthebed,ve
andthegirlstartedtogetonu
him.AuntEm,badlyfrightened,threw
açtı
openthetrapdoorinthefloorve
andclimbeddowntheladderintotheküçük
small,darkhole.DorothycaughtTotoatlast
ve
andstartedtofollowheraunt.Whenshewashalfwayacrosstheroomthere
geldi
cameagreatshriekfromthewind,ve
andthehouseshooksosert
hardthatshelostherfootingve
andsatdownsuddenlyuponthefloor.Then
bir
astrangethinghappened.The
ev
housewhirledaroundtwoorüç
threetimesandroseslowlythroughthehavada
air.Dorothyfeltasifsheweregoing
yukarı
upinaballoon.Thenorth
ve
andsouthwindsmetwheretheevin
housestood,andmadeittheexactcenterofthecyclone.Inthemiddleof
bir
acyclonetheairisgenerallystill,ancak
butthegreatpressureofthewindonher
everysideofthehouseraisedituphigherve
andhigher,untilitwasattheverytopofthecyclone;ve
andthereitremainedandwascarriedmilesve
andmilesawayaseasilyasyoucouldcarrybir
afeather.Itwasverydark,
ve
andthewindhowledhorriblyetrafında
aroundher,butDorothyfoundshewasridingquiteeasily.Sonra
Afterthefirstfewwhirlsaround,ve
andoneothertimewhentheev
housetippedbadly,shefeltasifshewerebeingrockedgently,likeabebek
babyinacradle.Totodidnotlikeit.
Heranaboutthe
odada
room,nowhere,nowthere,barkingloudly;ama
butDorothysatquitestillonthefloorve
andwaitedtoseewhatwouldhappen.Bir keresinde
OnceTotogottooneartheaçık
opentrapdoor,andfellin;ve
andatfirstthelittlekız
girlthoughtshehadlostonu
him.Butsoonshesawoneofhisearsstickingupthroughthehole,forthestrongpressureofthe
hava
airwaskeepinghimupsothathecouldnotfall.Shecrepttothehole,
yakaladı
caughtTotobytheear,ve
anddraggedhimintotheodaya
roomagain,afterwardclosingthetrapdoorsothatnomoreaccidentscouldhappen.Saat
Hourafterhourpassedaway,ve
andslowlyDorothygotoverherfright;ama
butshefeltquitelonely,ve
andthewindshriekedsoloudlyallaboutherthatshenearlyoluyordu
becamedeaf.Atfirstshehadwonderedifshe
etmişti
wouldbedashedtopieceswhentheev
housefellagain;butasthehourspassed
ve
andnothingterriblehappened,shestoppedworryingve
andresolvedtowaitcalmlyve
andseewhatthefuturewouldbring.Atlastshecrawledovertheswayingfloortoherbed,
ve
andlaydownuponit;ve
andTotofollowedandlaydownbesideonu
her.ChapterIITheCouncilwiththeMunchkins
Shewasawakenedby
bir
ashock,sosuddenandseverethateğer
ifDorothyhadnotbeenlyingonthesoftbedshemighthavebeenhurt.Asitwas,thejarmadehercatchherbreath
ve
andwonderwhathadhappened;ve
andTotoputhiscoldküçük
littlenoseintoherfaceve
andwhineddismally.Dorothysatup
ve
andnoticedthatthehousewasnotmoving;norwasitdark,forthebrightsunshinecameinatthewindow,floodingthe
küçük
littleroom.Shesprangfromherbed
ve
andwithTotoatherheelsranve
andopenedthedoor.The
küçük
littlegirlgaveacryofamazementve
andlookedabouther,hereyesgrowingbiggerve
andbiggeratthewonderfulsightsshesaw.Thecyclonehadsetthe
evi
housedownverygently—foracyclone—inthemidstofbir
acountryofmarvelousbeauty.Therewerelovelypatchesofgreenswardallabout,withstatelytreesbearingrich
ve
andlusciousfruits.Banksofgorgeousflowerswereon
her
everyhand,andbirdswithrareve
andbrilliantplumagesangandflutteredinthetreesve
andbushes.Alittlewayoffwas
bir
asmallbrook,rushingandsparklingalongarasında
betweengreenbanks,andmurmuringinbir
avoiceverygratefultobir
alittlegirlwhohadlivedsolongonthedry,grayprairies.Whileshestoodlookingeagerlyatthestrange
ve
andbeautifulsights,shenoticedcomingtowardherbir
agroupofthequeerestpeopleshehadeverseen.Theywerenotas
büyük
bigasthegrownfolkshehadher zaman
alwaysbeenusedto;butneitherwerethey
çok
verysmall.Infact,theyseemedaboutastallasDorothy,whowas
bir
awell-grownchildforherage,althoughtheywere,sofarasbakarsanız
looksgo,manyyearsolder.Üçü
Threeweremenandoneakadın
woman,andallwereoddlydressed.Theyworeroundhatsthatroseto
bir
asmallpointafootabovetheirheads,withlittlebellsaroundthebrimsthattinkledsweetlyastheymoved.Thehatsofthemenwereblue;
the
küçük
littlewoman’shatwaswhite,ve
andsheworeawhitegownthathunginpleatsfromhershoulders.Overitweresprinkled
küçük
littlestarsthatglistenedinthesungibi
likediamonds.Themenweredressedinblue,ofthe
aynı
sameshadeastheirhats,ve
andworewell-polishedbootswithbir
adeeprollofblueatthetops.Themen,Dorothythought,wereaboutasoldas
Amca
UncleHenry,fortwoofthemhadbeards.Ama
Butthelittlewomanwasdoubtlessmucholder.Her
yüzü
facewascoveredwithwrinkles,hersaçı
hairwasnearlywhite,andsheyürüyordu
walkedratherstiffly.Whenthese
insanlar
peopledrewnearthehousewhereDorothywasdurdular
standinginthedoorway,theypausedve
andwhisperedamongthemselves,asifafraidtocomefarther.Ama
ButthelittleoldwomanwalkeduptoDorothy,madebir
alowbowandsaid,inbir
asweetvoice:.“Youarewelcome,
en
mostnobleSorceress,tothelandoftheMunchkins.WearesogratefultoyouforhavingkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast,
ve
andforsettingourpeoplefreefrombondage.”Dorothy
dinledi
listenedtothisspeechwithwonder.Whatcouldthe
küçük
littlewomanpossiblymeanbycallingherasorceress,ve
andsayingshehadkilledtheWickedWitchoftheEast?Dorothywasaninnocent,harmless
küçük
littlegirl,whohadbeencarriedbyacyclonemanymilesfromhome;ve
andshehadneverkilledşey
anythinginallherlife.Ama
Butthelittlewomanevidentlyexpectedhertocevap
answer;soDorothysaid,withhesitation,“Youareverykind,
ama
buttheremustbesomemistake.Ihavenot
öldürmedim
killedanything.”“Yourhousedid,anyway,”repliedthe
küçük
littleoldwoman,withalaugh,“andbu
thatisthesamething.See!”
shecontinued,pointingtothecornerofthe
evin
house.“Therearehertwofeet,
hala
stillstickingoutfromunderbir
ablockofwood.”Dorothy
baktı
looked,andgavealittlecryoffright.Orada
There,indeed,justunderthecornerofthebüyük
greatbeamthehouserestedon,iki
twofeetwerestickingout,shodinsilvershoeswithpointedtoes.“Oh,
canım
dear!Oh,dear!”
criedDorothy,claspingherhands
araya
togetherindismay.“Thehouse
olmalı
musthavefallenonher.Whatevershallwedo?”
“Thereisnothingtobedone,”
dedi
saidthelittlewomancalmly.“Butwhowasshe?”
sordu
askedDorothy.“ShewastheWickedWitchoftheEast,asIsaid,”
yanıtladı
answeredthelittlewoman.“Shehas
tuttu
heldalltheMunchkinsinbondageformanyyears,yaptı
makingthemslaveforhergece
nightandday.Nowtheyareallset
serbest
free,andaregratefultoyouforthefavor.”“WhoaretheMunchkins?”
inquiredDorothy.
“Theyarethe
insanlar
peoplewholiveinthislandoftheEastwheretheWickedWitchruled.”“Areyou
bir
aMunchkin?”askedDorothy.
“No,
ama
butIamtheirfriend,althoughIliveinthelandoftheNorth.WhentheysawtheWitchoftheEastwasdeadtheMunchkins
gönderdi
sentaswiftmessengertobana
me,andIcameatonce.IamtheWitchoftheNorth.”
“Oh,gracious!”
criedDorothy.
“Areyou
bir
arealwitch?”“Yes,indeed,”
yanıtladı
answeredthelittlewoman.“ButIam
bir
agoodwitch,andtheinsanlar
peopleloveme.IamnotaspowerfulastheWickedWitchwaswhoruledhere,orIshouldhavesetthepeople
serbest
freemyself.”“ButIthought
tüm
allwitcheswerewicked,”saidthekız
girl,whowashalffrightenedatfacingbir
arealwitch.“Oh,no,
bu
thatisagreatmistake.Therewere
sadece
onlyfourwitchesinalltheLandofOz,ve
andtwoofthem,thosewholiveintheNorthve
andtheSouth,aregoodwitches.I
olduğunu biliyorum
knowthisistrue,forIamoneofthemmyself,ve
andcannotbemistaken.ThosewhodweltintheEast
ve
andtheWestwere,indeed,wickedwitches;ama
butnowthatyouhavekilledbir
oneofthem,thereisama
butoneWickedWitchinalltheLandofOz—thebir
onewholivesintheWest.”“But,”
dedi
saidDorothy,afteramoment’sthought,“AuntEmhastoldmethatthewitcheswerealldead—yearsandyearsago.”“WhoisAuntEm?”
inquiredthe
küçük
littleoldwoman.“SheismyauntwholivesinKansas,whereIcamefrom.”
TheWitchoftheNorthseemedtothinkfor
bir
atime,withherheadbowedve
andhereyesupontheground.Thenshe
baktı
lookedupandsaid,“Idonotbilmiyorum
knowwhereKansasis,forIhavehiç
neverheardthatcountrymentionedönce
before.Buttellme,isit
bir
acivilizedcountry?”“Oh,yes,”repliedDorothy.
“Thenthataccountsforit.
InthecivilizedcountriesI
inanıyorum
believetherearenowitchesleft,norwizards,norsorceresses,normagicians.Ama
But,yousee,theLandofOzhasneverbeencivilized,forwearecutofffromalltherestoftheworld.Thereforewe
hala
stillhavewitchesandwizardsamongstus.”“Whoarethewizards?”
sordu
askedDorothy.“Ozhimselfisthe
Büyük
GreatWizard,”answeredtheWitch,sinkinghervoicetobir
awhisper.“Heismorepowerfulthanalltherestofustogether.
Helivesinthe
Şehri
CityofEmeralds.”Dorothywasgoingto
soracaktı
askanotherquestion,butjustthentheMunchkins,whohadbeenstandingsilentlyby,gavebir
aloudshoutandpointedtothecorneroftheevin
housewheretheWickedWitchhadbeenlying.“Whatisit?”
sordu
askedthelittleoldwoman,ve
andlooked,andbegantolaugh.Thefeetofthe
ölü
deadWitchhaddisappearedentirely,ve
andnothingwasleftbutthesilvershoes.“Shewassoold,”explainedtheWitchoftheNorth,“thatshedried
kadar
upquicklyinthesun.Thatistheendofher.Ama
Butthesilvershoesaresenin
yours,andyoushallhavethemtowear.”Shereached
aşağı
downandpickeduptheshoes,ve
andaftershakingthedustoutofthemhandedthemtoDorothy.“TheWitchoftheEastwasproudof
o
thosesilvershoes,”saidoneoftheMunchkins,“andvar
thereissomecharmconnectedwiththem;ama
butwhatitiswehiç
neverknew.”Dorothycarriedtheshoesintothehouse
ve
andplacedthemonthetable.Thenshe
geldi
cameoutagaintotheMunchkinsve
andsaid:.“Iamanxioustogetbacktomyaunt
ve
anduncle,forIamsuretheywillworryaboutme.Canyou
yardım
helpmefindmyway?”TheMunchkins
ve
andtheWitchfirstlookedatoneanother,ve
andthenatDorothy,andthenshooktheirheads.“AttheEast,notfarfromhere,”
dedi
saidone,“thereisagreatdesert,ve
andnonecouldlivetocrossit.”“Itisthe
aynı
sameattheSouth,”saidanother,“forIhavebeenthereve
andseenit.TheSouthisthecountryoftheQuadlings.”
“Iamtold,”
dedi
saidthethirdman,“thatitistheaynı
sameattheWest.And
o
thatcountry,wheretheWinkieslive,isruledbytheWickedWitchoftheWest,whowouldyapar
makeyouherslaveifyoupassedherway.”“TheNorthismyhome,”
dedi
saidtheoldlady,“andatitsedgeistheaynı
samegreatdesertthatsurroundsthisLandofOz.I’mafraid,mycanım
dear,youwillhavetoyaşamak
livewithus.”Dorothybegantosobatthis,forshefeltlonelyamong
tüm
allthesestrangepeople.Hertearsseemedtogrievethekind-heartedMunchkins,fortheyimmediatelytookouttheirhandkerchiefs
ve
andbegantoweepalso.Asforthe
küçük
littleoldwoman,shetookoffhercapve
andbalancedthepointontheendofhernose,whileshecounted“One,iki
two,three”inasolemnvoice.Atoncethecapchangedto
bir
aslate,onwhichwaswritteninbüyük
big,whitechalkmarks:.“LETDOROTHYGOTOTHE
Şehri
CITYOFEMERALDS”.Thelittle
yaşlı
oldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,ve
andhavingreadthewordsonit,sordu
asked,“IsyournameDorothy,mydear?”“Yes,”
yanıtladı
answeredthechild,lookingupve
anddryinghertears.“Thenyoumust
gitmelisin
gototheCityofEmeralds.Belki
PerhapsOzwillhelpyou.”“Whereisthiscity?”
sordu
askedDorothy.“Itisexactlyinthecenterofthecountry,
ve
andisruledbyOz,theBüyük
GreatWizardItoldyouof.”“Ishe
bir
agoodman?”