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- Herausgeber: adlima GmbH
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Klassiker in Englisch Niveau A1. Die Bücher dieser Reihe eignen sich für Jugendliche und Erwachsene, die mit klassischen Werken ihre Lesefähigkeit verbessern wollen. Englisch Niveau A1, durchgehend in englischer Sprache. "Die verlorene Welt" ist ein Abenteuerroman, veröffentlicht im Jahr 1912. Die Geschichte folgt dem charismatischen Professor Challenger. Er führt eine Expedition in den Amazonas-Regenwald an. Dort will er seine Theorie zu beweisen, dass in einem abgelegenen Plateau noch prähistorische Tiere existieren. Begleitet wird Challenger von Edward Malone, der auf der Suche nach einem Abenteuer ist, dem abenteuerlustigen Lord John Roxton und dem pedantischen Professor Summerlee. Gemeinsam stellen sie sich den Gefahren des Dschungels und erreichen schließlich das Plateau, wo sie tatsächlich auf Dinosaurier und andere prähistorische Kreaturen treffen. "Die verlorene Welt" ist eine Mischung aus wissenschaftlicher Neugier und Abenteuerlust. Doyle schafft eine faszinierende und spannende Erzählung, die die Leser in eine Zeit zurückversetzt, in der die Welt noch unerforschte Geheimnisse geborgen hat.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Arthur Conan Doyle
The Lost World: Englisch Lektüre A1
Chapter 1
We are friends, but it doesn't go any further. There is an invisible wall between us. Gladys is special. Some people say she is cold, but that is not true.
Today I want to know. I want clarity at last. I am about to say something when she looks at me.
She says, “Please don't propose to me!”
I ask, “How did you know? I really want to propose to you!”
She says, “Women can sense these things. I like our friendship. We talk openly.”
I say, “I can talk openly to the stationmaster too!”
Gladys is disappointed. She says, “Now everything is ruined.”
I say, “But I love you! Why can't you love me?” Gladys looks at me. She says, “It's not your looks. It's deeper than that.”
I ask, “My character?”
She nods. She says, “I love someone else.”
I jump up, but she calms me down.
She says, “It's not a specific man. It is an ideal.”
I ask, “What does he look like?”
She says, “He could look like you.”
I am happy.
I ask, “What does this man do?”
Gladys says, “The man of my dreams doesn't talk much. He is brave. He takes action. He does great things.” She mentions two famous names: Burton and Stanley.
I say, “I can't be like them. It's impossible.”
Gladys says, "A hero doesn't wait. A hero takes action. My husband should be famous. I want to marry a famous man.”
I shout, “Why not? You're encouraging me! Give me a chance! I'll take it!” I want to say something else, but Gladys raises her hand.
She says, “Not now. You have to go to work. We will talk later, when you've made your way."
I run off. I am determined. I want to do something big.
Some people might think that this beginning has nothing to do with the story, but that's not true. Without this beginning, there would be no story.
Chapter 2
I like Mr. McArdle. He is old and grumpy. He has a red face. He is the publishing director. I enter the office.
He nods at me. He says, “You're doing a good job.”
I say, “Thank you. I have a request.”
He looks surprised. He asks, “What do you want?”
I say, “I want a job with adventure. I want a job with danger.”
He asks, “What do you have in mind?”
I say, “I am looking for a big challenge.”
He asks, “Do you want to risk your life?”
I say, “I want to make good use of my life.”
He says, “That sounds good, but jobs like that are rare. We give them to experienced people.” Then he thinks about it. He says, “Do you want to expose a fraudster?”
I say, “Yes. I'll try.”
He says, “Try Professor Challenger.”
I ask, “Challenger? The zoologist? That man injured a reporter!”
He says, “Yes, exactly. You want an adventure.”
I say, “I'm in.”
He says, “Sometimes Challenger is calm. Maybe you will have luck with him.” He hands me a piece of paper. He says, “Here's some information. He was born in 1863. He has won many awards. He loves mountain climbing. He lives in Kensington.”
I ask, “Why should I meet him?”
He says, “He has been to South America. He showed photos. Many believe the photos are fake. Maybe he discovered something, or maybe he is lying. Find out.”
I go to the Savage Club. I think about it. Then I have an idea. It's after 11 o'clock. The club is full. I see Tarp Henry. I sit down next to him. I ask, “What do you know about Professor Challenger?”
He says, “He tells strange stories from South America. Many people don't believe him. An interview with Reuter went badly.”
Later, I talk to a bacteriologist. He knows Challenger.
He says, “Challenger is argumentative. He's strange, but he's also smart.” The bacteriologist wants to help me. He searches the archives.
I read an old article. I don't understand many of the words. They are difficult technical terms. Then I write a letter:
Dear Professor,
I am interested in natural sciences. I have read your texts. One passage made me think.
You write: “Every living thing changes slowly. From generation to generation.” I ask myself: Do you want to change your opinion?”
Can I talk to you? May I visit you on Friday at 11 a.m.?
Best regards
Eduard M. Malone
Chapter 3
The professor has replied to my letter. He wants to meet me. I have to show him the envelope, then I can go into the house.
I drive straight to his house. An old man opens the door.
I say, “I have an appointment.” I show him the envelope.
He says, “Good. Come in.”
A small woman comes toward me. She asks, “Have you met my husband before?”
I say, “No, this is my first time.”
She says, “My husband is difficult. Sometimes he gets angry. If that happens, please leave immediately. I don't want any trouble.” I promise I will.
The servant walks me down a hallway. He knocks on a door. A deep voice calls out something. I am allowed to enter.
The professor is sitting behind a large desk. There are books, maps, and drawings on the desk. He turns toward me. He looks very strong. His face is red. His beard is black and curly. His hair is straight. His eyes are blue-gray. He has broad shoulders. His hands are huge and hairy. He asks, “Well? What do you want? Do you agree with my ideas?”
I say, “Yes, Professor. Exactly!”
He says, “Good. That helps me.”
Then he says, “Let's make this quick. It is tedious for me. I'm sure it's not pleasant for you, either. You wanted to say something about my article.”
I say, “I am still learning. However, I think you're being too harsh on Weismann. Maybe he's right after all.”
He asks calmly, “Why?”
I say, “His ideas are logical.”
He leans forward. He says, “You know that the skull index remains the same?”
I say, “Yes.”
He says, “And you know that eggs and embryos are different?”
I say, “Of course.”
He asks, “And what does that prove?”
I say, “I wonder that myself.”
He asks, “Do you want to hear the answer?”
I say, “Yes, please.”
He shouts loudly, “It proves that you are a fraud! You are a reporter without knowledge! You have no respect!” He stands up. He leans over the table. He looks me straight in the face. He shouts, “I have been talking nonsense! I tested you and you failed!”
I go to the door. I say, “You can insult me, but I don't want to fight.”
He says, “I'm throwing you out!”
I stand my ground. I am angry. I don't want to be intimidated. He comes toward me. I say, “Don't touch me!”
He attacks me. We wrestle. We fall down the stairs together. Finally, we are lying on the street outside. He gets up. He wants to continue fighting.
A police officer arrives. He yells at us. He asks me, “What happened?”
I say, “He attacked me.”
The police officer asks the professor.
The professor says nothing.
The policeman says to the professor, “You've caused trouble before.”
He asks me, “Do you want to press charges?”
I say, “No. I harassed him, too.”
The policeman puts his book away.
The professor looks at me. He says seriously, “Come back inside.”
I follow him.
The servant closes the door.
Chapter 4
Mrs. Challenger comes out of the dining room. She looks very angry. She stands in her husband's way. She says loudly, “You're too rough, George! You hurt that young man.” He points at me.
He says, “There he is. He's not hurt.”
She sees me. She is surprised.
She says, “Oh, I didn't see you.”
I say, “I'm fine.”
She looks at me closely. She says, “Your face looks terrible. My husband is too brutal.” She is sad. She says, “My husband likes to fight.”
He shouts, “That's enough!” Then he looks at me. He says, “That's just the way I am. I can't change, but you are right.”
Then he kisses her. It is a loud kiss. I am surprised. Then he takes me into his study. He gives me a cigar. He says, “I brought you back because you're not a coward. I want to get to know you better.” He turns around. He searches through his papers. Then he shows me an old sketchbook.
He says, “I'm going to tell you something about South America, but you mustn't publish it.”
He begins to tell me, “There are many unknown places in the Amazon. I have seen such places.”
He continues, "On the way back, I visited the Cucama Indians. They are poor, but they are friendly. I treated some of them medically. They liked me. They said to me, ‘A sick man needs help.’ I went into a hut. But the man was already dead. He had very light hair. He was very thin. His clothes were torn."
He says, “He came through the jungle alone. There was a backpack on the ground. I saw his name on the backpack: Maple White. There were no personal belongings in the backpack. It contained paints, chalk, and brushes. There was also a revolver with ammunition. Then I found something very special: this sketchbook. Please look at every page.”
He leans back. He smokes a cigar.
I open the book. I'm curious. On the first page, I see a fat man in a blue jacket. Then there are pictures of Native Americans. There are drawings of manatees and turtles. At the very back, I see a strange dinosaur. I am confused.
I ask, “Those are crocodiles, aren't they?”
The professor says, “No. Those are alligators. There are no real crocodiles in South America.”
I say, “I don't see anything special here.”
He smiles.
He says, “Keep turning the pages.”
