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Удивительный волшебник из Страны Оз / The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Удивительный волшебник из страны Оз / The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
© Дубиковская И.Г., адаптация текста
© ООО «Издательство АСТ», 2019
Chapter 1
The Cyclone
Dorothy lived in the middle 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. There was only one room; and this room contained a rusty cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three chairs, and two beds: one big one for the Uncle and Aunt and one small one for Dorothy. There was no attic, but there was a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar. That’s where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds happened.
There was nothing but the great gray prairie on every side, not a tree nor a house; just flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The earth was gray and dry, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, burned by the sun to be the same gray color. Once the house had been painted, but now it was as dull and gray as everything else.
When Aunt Em first came here, she was young and pretty. The sun and wind had changed her, too, and turned her gray. She was thin, and never smiled now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em was always scared by the child’s laughter and would scream and press her hand to her chest.
Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots.
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from becoming gray. Toto was a little black dog, with silky fur and small black eyes. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him. She loved him very much.
Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky. It was even grayer than usual. Dorothy held Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
They heard a low wail of the wind in the north. Then came a sharp whistling from the south.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
“There’s a cyclone coming, Em,” he called to his wife. “I’ll go look after the stock.” Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. “Quick, Dorothy!” she screamed. “Run for the cellar!”