The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Лаймен Фрэнк Баум
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THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
L. Frank Baum
CONTENTS
Chapter 2 The Council With the Munchkins
Chapter 3 How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow
Chapter 4 The Road Through the Forest
Chapter 5 The Rescue of the Tin Woodman
Chapter 7 The Journey to the Great Oz
Chapter 8 The Deadly Poppy Field
Chapter 9 The Queen of the Field Mice
Chapter 10 The Guardian of the Gates
Chapter 11 The Emerald City of Oz
Chapter 12 The Search for the Wicked Witch
Chapter 15 The Discovery of Oz the Terrible
Chapter 16 The Magic Art of the Great Humbug
Chapter 17 How the Balloon was Launched
Chapter 19 Attacked by the Fighting Trees
Chapter 20 The Dainty China Country
Chapter 21 The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts
Chapter 22 The Country of the Quadlings
Chapter 23 Glinda Grants Dorothy’s Wish
Classic Literature: Words and Phrases
Folklore, legends, myths and fairy tales have followed childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love for stories fantastic, marvelous and manifestly unreal. The winged fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations.
Yet the old time fairy tale, having served for generations, may now be classed as “historical” in the children’s library; for the time has come for a series of newer “wonder tales” in which the stereotyped genie, dwarf and fairy are eliminated, together with all the horrible and blood-curdling incidents devised by their authors to point a fearsome moral to each tale. Modern education includes morality; therefore the modern child seeks only entertainment in its wonder tales and gladly dispenses with all disagreeable incidents.
Having this thought in mind, the story of “The Wizard of Oz” was written solely to please children of today. It aspires to being a modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out.
L. FRANK BAUM.
Chicago, April, 1900.
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty-looking cooking stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar—except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trapdoor in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.
When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also. She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the child’s laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy’s merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the little girl