The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. B1 / Удивительный волшебник из Страны Оз. Лаймен Фрэнк Баум
the key carefully in the pocket of her dress. 'Come on, Toto!' she called. 'We're going to find the Wizard of Oz.' And so, with Toto trotting along soberly behind her, she started on her journey.
corner ['kɔ:nə] – угол
dearly ['dɪəlɪ] – нежно
hill [hɪl] – холм
suddenly ['sʌd(ə)nlɪ] – внезапно
cyclone ['saɪkləʊn] – ураган, цунами, циклон
blow away [bləʊ ə'weɪ] – сдувать
cellar ['selə] – подвал
called [kɔ:ld] – по имени
ladder ['lædə] – лестница
happen ['hæp(ə)n] – случаться, происходить
move [mu: v] – двигаться
howl [haʊl] – выть
horribly ['hɒrɪblɪ] – ужасно
badly ['bædlɪ] – сильно
drag [dræɡ] – тащить
accident ['æksɪd(ə)nt] – несчастный случай
eagerly ['i:ɡəlɪ] – жадно
queer [kwɪə] – странный
disappear [dɪsə'pɪə] – исчезать
East [i: st] – восток
West [west] – запад
wizard ['wɪzəd] – волшебник
perhaps [pə'hæps] – возможно
hurt [hɜ:t] – причинить боль, обидеть, ранить
leave [li: v] – оставить, бросить
Chapter 2
The Scarecrow, the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion
Dorothy and Toto walked along the yellow brick road for a long time. She was surprised, as she walked along, to see how beautiful the country was about her.
Toward evening, when Dorothy was tired with her long walk and began to wonder where she should pass the night, she came to a house rather larger than the rest. It turned out to be the home of one of the richest Munchkins in the land. He gathered his friends with him to celebrate their freedom from the bondage of the Wicked Witch. The people said hello to Dorothy kindly, and told her to come to supper and to spend the night with them. Dorothy thanked them wholeheartedly and stayed with them till the morning.
On the next day she said good-bye to her friends and went on with Toto along the yellow brick road. When they were tired, they stopped at the road. Not far away, there was a scarecrow, and Dorothy and Toto went across to look at it. Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully at the Scarecrow.
'Hello,' said the Scarecrow.
'Did you speak?' asked the girl, in wonder. 'Oh! You can talk!'
'Of course I can talk,' said the Scarecrow. 'But I can't move, here on this pole… I want to get down. Can you help me? If you will please take away the pole I shall be greatly obliged to you.'
Carefully, Dorothy took the Scarecrow off his pole.
'Thank you very much,' said the Scarecrow. He moved his arms and legs, and straw flew everywhere. 'Who are you?' he asked. 'And where are you going?'
'I'm Dorothy, and I'm going to the Emerald City. I want to go home to Kansas, but I don't know the way. I want to ask the Wizard of Oz for help.'
'Where is the Emerald City?' asked the Scarecrow.
'And who is the Wizard of Oz? I don't know anything, you see, because I have no brains in my head – just straw.'
'Oh dear!' said Dorothy. 'I'm so sorry,'
'I would very much like to have some brains,' the Scarecrow said. 'Can I go to the Emerald City with you? Maybe the Wizard of Oz can give me some brains. What do you think?'
'I don't know,' said Dorothy. 'But yes, please let's go with us. He's a well-known wizard, and maybe he can help you.' She felt very sorry for the Scarecrow. 'Don't be afraid of Toto,' she said. 'He never hurts people.'
'Nothing can hurt me,' said the Scarecrow. 'I'm not afraid of anything… Well, that's not true. I'm afraid of fire, you know.'
Dorothy helped him over the fence, and they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.
Dorothy was walking along the road with her new friend. Soon she felt hungry, so she sat down and she and Toto had some bread and apples. 'Would you like some, Scarecrow?' said Dorothy.
'No, thank you,' said the Scarecrow. 'I don't need to eat or drink. You can't eat when you're made of straw… Now, tell me about your home.'
So Dorothy told him about Kansas, and Uncle Henry and Aunt Em, and the cyclone.
'But why do you want to come back?' asked the Scarecrow. 'It's so beautiful here, and Kansas, you say, has no trees, no green hills, no gardens. I don't understand.'
'That's because you have no brains,' said Dorothy. ' Kansas is my home. We say, “East, west – home's best”, and it's true. I want to return home. No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.'
'Won't you tell me a story, while we are resting?' asked the child.
The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and answered:
'My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever. I was only made a day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is all unknown to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard what was going on. There was another Munchkin with him, and the first thing I heard was the farmer saying, “How do you like those ears?”
'“They aren't straight,” answered the other.
'“Never mind,” said the farmer. “They are ears just the same,” which was true enough.
'“Now I'll make the eyes,” said the farmer. So he painted my right eye, and as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the world.
'“That's a rather pretty eye,” remarked the Munchkin who was watching the farmer. “Blue paint is just the color for eyes.”
'“I think I'll make the other a little bigger,” said the farmer. And when the second eye was done I could see much better than before. Then he made my nose and my mouth. But I did not speak, because at that time I didn't know what a mouth was for. I had the fun of watching them make my body and my arms and legs; and when they fastened on my head, at last, I felt very proud, for I thought I was just as good a man as anyone.
'“This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,” said the farmer. “He looks just like a man.”
'“Why, he is a man,' said the other, and I quite agreed with him. The farmer carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up on a tall stick, where you found me. He and his friend soon after walked away and left me alone.
'I did not like to be left alone like that. So I tried to walk after them. But my feet would not touch the ground, and I was forced to stay on that pole. It was a lonely life to lead, for I had nothing to think of, having been made such a little while before. Many crows and other birds flew into the cornfield, but as soon as they saw me they flew away again, thinking I was a Munchkin;