Larsa di Inglese I


Le Cronache di Narnia è il film che abbiamo visto durante la festa di accoglienza all’interno della Scuola Media. Ci ha colpito per i temi trattati: il coraggio, l’amicizia e la saggezza. Ne abbiamo letto degli estratti in inglese, da cui abbiamo realizzato questi disegni. The Chronicles of Narnia The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (abstracts) Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the anti-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He had no wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper […] and three servants. […] He himself was a very old man with shaggy white hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his head, and they liked him almost at once; but on the first evening when he came out to meet them at the front door he was so odd-looking that Lucy […] was a little afraid of him, and Edmund […] wanted to laugh and to keep on pretending he was blowing his nose to hide it. As soon as they said goodnight to the Professor and gone upstairs on the first night, the boys came into the girls’room and they all talked it over. “We’ve fallen in our feet and no mistake”, said Peter. “This is going to be perfectly splendid. That old chap will let us do anything we like.”. […] They just finished their breakfast with the Professor and were upstairs in the room he had set apart for them -a long, low room with two windows looking out in one direction and two in another. “Do stop grumbling, Ed” said Susan. “Ten to one it’ll clear up in an hour or so. And in the meantime we’re pretty well off. There’s a wireless and lots of books.” “Not for me”, said Peter “I’m going to explore in the house.” Everyone agreed to this and that was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door. There was nothing else in the room at all except a dead bluebottle on the window-sill. “Nothing there!” said Peter, and they all trooped out again – all except Lucy. She stayed behind because she thought it would be worthwhile trying the door of the wardrobe, even though she felt almost sure that it would be locked. To her surprise it opened quite easily, and two mothballs dropped out. Looking into the inside, she saw several coats hanging up-mostly long fur coats. […]Then she noticed that there was something crunching under her feet. “I wonder is that more mothballs?”. She thought, stooping down to feel it with her hand. But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt something soft and powdery and extremely cold. “ This is very queer”, she said, and went on a step or two further. Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but something hard and rough and even prickly. “Why, it is just like branches of trees!” exclaimed Lucy. And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back of the wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her. A moment later se found that was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under her feet and snowflakes. Falling through the air. Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well. […]And soon after that a very strange person stepped out from among the trees into the light of the lamp-post. He was only a little taller than Lucy herself and he carried over his head umbrella, white with snow. From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat’s […]and instead of feet he had goat’s hoofs. He also had a tail, but Lucy did not notice this at first because it was neatly caught up over the arm that held the umbrella so as to keep it from trailing in the snow. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed beard and curly hair, and out of the hair there stuck two horns, one on each side of his forehead. One of his hands, as I have said, held the umbrella; in the other arm carried several brown –paper parcels. He w as a Faun. And when he saw Lucy he gave such a start of surprise that he dropped all his parcels. “Goodness gracious me!” exclaimed the Faun.