Дороти и Волшебник в стране Оз
2. The Glass City
What’sgoingtobecomeofusnow?"
"Idon’tknow,"answeredtheboy,lookingaroundhimcuriously.
Thehousesofthecitywereallmadeofglass,soclearandtransparentthatonecouldlookthroughthewallsaseasilyasthroughawindow.Dorothysaw,underneaththeroofonwhichshestood,severalroomsusedforrestchambers,andeventhoughtshecouldmakeoutanumberofqueerformshuddledintothecornersoftheserooms.
Theroofbesidethemhadagreatholesmashedthroughit,andpiecesofglasswerelyingscatteredineverydirection.Anearbysteeplehadbeenbrokenoffshortandthefragmentslayheapedbesideit.Otherbuildingswerecrackedinplacesorhadcornerschippedofffromthem;buttheymusthavebeenverybeautifulbeforetheseaccidentshadhappenedtomartheirperfection.Therainbowtintsfromthecoloredsunsfellupontheglasscitysoftlyandgavetothebuildingsmanydelicate,shiftinghueswhichwereveryprettytosee.
Butnotasoundhadbrokenthestillnesssincethestrangershadarrived,exceptthatoftheirownvoices.Theybegantowonderiftherewerenopeopletoinhabitthismagnificentcityoftheinnerworld.
Suddenlyamanappearedthroughaholeintheroofnexttotheonetheywereonandsteppedintoplainview.Hewasnotaverylargeman,butwaswellformedandhadabeautifulface—calmandsereneasthefaceofafineportrait.Hisclothingfittedhisformsnuglyandwasgorgeouslycoloredinbrilliantshadesofgreen,whichvariedasthesunbeamstouchedthembutwasnotwhollyinfluencedbythesolarrays.
