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Englisch Lernen mit klassischen Werken. Die Bücher dieser Reihe eignen sich für Jugendliche und Erwachsen, die mit klassischen Werken ihre Lesefähigkeit verbessern wollen. Englisch Niveaus A2 bis B2. Durchgehend in englischer Sprache. "Reise zum Mittelpunkt der Erde" ist ein klassischer Science-Fiction-Roman von Jules Verne, veröffentlicht im Jahr 1864. Die Geschichte folgt dem deutschen Professor Otto Lidenbrock, der zusammen mit seinem ängstlichen Neffen Axel eine abenteuerliche Expedition zum Mittelpunkt der Erde unternimmt. Die Expedition führt sie durch fantastische unterirdische Landschaften, darunter riesige Höhlen, unterirdische Seen und prähistorische Wälder. Auf ihrem Weg begegnen sie zahlreichen natürlichen Gefahren und entdecken wunderliche Phänomene sowie prähistorische Kreaturen, die seit Millionen von Jahren ausgestorben sind. "Reise zum Mittelpunkt der Erde" zeigt Vernes Faszination für die Wissenschaft und das Unbekannte. Es ist ein zeitloser Roman, der Leser aller Altersgruppen fesselt und inspiriert.
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Inhaltsverzeichnis
Chapter 1 – Professor Lidenbrock
Chapter 2 – An old document
Chapter 3 – The parchment of Arne Saknussemm
Chapter 4 – Deciphering the secret
Chapter 5 – The key to the document
Chapter 6 – The Center of the Earth
Chapter 7 – Travel preparations
Chapter 8 – Journey to Iceland
Chapter 9 – Arrival in Iceland
Chapter 10 – Professor Fridrickson
Chapter 11 – Hans Bjelke
Chapter 12 – To Snäfieldsnäss
Chapter 13 – A farmhouse inn
Chapter 14 – At the parsonage
Chapter 15 – On the Volcano
Chapter 16 – In the crater
Chapter 17 – Into the Abyss
Chapter 18 – Through the Lava Gallery
Chapter 19 – On the wrong track
Chapter 20 – Peril
Chapter 21 – Lack of water
Chapter 22 – Hardship
Chapter 23 – Hansbach
Chapter 24 – Further down
Chapter 25 – Day of rest
Chapter 26 – Lost
Chapter 27 – In the dark labyrinth
Chapter 28 – A game of acoustics
Chapter 29 – Rescue
Chapter 30 – The Sea Lidenbrock
Chapter 31 – By Ship
Chapter 32 – A trip on the water
Chapter 33 – A giant struggle
Chapter 34 – A geyser
Chapter 35 – A storm
Chapter 36 – Cunning
Chapter 37 – A Bone Field
Chapter 38 – A fossilized human
Chapter 39 – A prehistoric Proteus
Chapter 40 – Cap Saknussemm
Chapter 41 – An explosion
Chapter 42 – Ascent in the tunnel
Chapter 43 – Ejected from the crater
Chapter 44 – Stromboli
Chapter 45 – The End
Impressum
Professor Lidenbrock is my uncle. On May 24, 1863, he hurried home to his small house in Hamburg. Martha, the housekeeper, was worried because lunch was not ready yet. She opens the dining room door and shouts that Mr. Lidenbrock is already there. I reply that the food can still cook for a while. Martha hurries back to the kitchen.
Just as I am about to withdraw, I hear him quickly going up the stairs to his study. He calls to me to come to him. Before I can get up, he calls impatiently to ask why I am not there yet.
I hurry to go to the study. Although he is not a bad person, he is very opinionated. He is a professor and lectures on mineralogy. He often gets agitated while teaching. He doesn't care if his students attend his lectures or make progress. He gives the lectures more for himself than for others.
Unfortunately, my uncle does not speak well when he speaks in public. Sometimes he stops in mid-sentence because he is struggling with a difficult word. Sometimes he even swears. Mineralogy uses many complicated terms that are difficult to pronounce. This jargon can trip up even the most nimble tongue.
People in town know about this weakness and often make fun of it.
Nevertheless, my uncle is a true scholar. He combines the talent of a geologist with the eye of a mineralogist. He can place any metal in one of the known categories. Important scientists such as Humphry Davy and Humboldt have visited him. He has made significant contributions to chemistry. Lidenbrock also manages the mineralogical museum of the Russian envoy Struve.
He is tall, looks younger than he is, and wears glasses. He has a long nose. He takes big steps and shows a lively temperament. His household includes his godmother Gretchen, the housekeeper Martha, and me, his nephew and assistant. I help him with his geological experiments because I have a keen interest in mineralogy. Although my uncle is impatient, his house is a pleasant place to be.
My uncle has a museum as a study. All the minerals are neatly sorted here. I have often preferred to clean this collection than to play outside. All the metals are there and so many stones that you can build a whole house with them.
But when I enter his study, he is sitting deep in his velvet chair, admiring a book. “What a book!” he exclaims. He loves books, especially when they are old and rare. He is enthusiastic about this book he has found and praises it. “See how beautiful it is? It is so well preserved!”
I pretend to be thrilled, too. But then I ask him about the content of the book.
“This is the Heimskringla by Snorro Sturleson, an Icelander.”
I try to sound interested and praise the beauty of the letters. My uncle quickly corrects me. These are not printed letters, but runes. He is fascinated by these old characters.
Suddenly, a dirty parchment falls out of the book. My uncle spreads it out carefully and looks at the incomprehensible scribble on it.
The runes are identical to those in Snorri's manuscript. He is confused and mutters that it must be old Icelandic. As he is about to give vent to his annoyance, the clock strikes two. Martha enters the room and says that the soup is served. My uncle shouts angrily that he doesn't care about the soup. Martha flees and I automatically follow her into the dining room. For the first time, my uncle is not there in time for dinner.
There is an excellent lunch on the table.
As his nephew, I feel I should eat for both of us. I do it conscientiously.
Martha, the housekeeper, is surprised and worried because Mr. Lidenbrock is not at the table.
“I've never seen anything like it!” she says.
I'm just finishing my last bite when my uncle's loud voice distracts me from the delights of dessert. I jump up and rush to his study.
“It seems to be written in runes,” says the professor, frowning. “I will uncover this secret, otherwise...” He makes a fierce hand gesture.
“Sit down and write,” he orders, pointing to the table.
“I am going to dictate every letter to you. Let's see what comes out.”
He begins to dictate, and I concentrate very hard. He names the letters one after the other, and so incomprehensible words emerge. When we're done, my uncle quickly grabs the sheet I've written on.
“What does this mean?” he asks mechanically.
To be honest, I don't know either. But he doesn't ask me any further and speaks to himself. “This is what we call a secret writing,” he explains. “If we arrange the letters in the correct order, we get a comprehensible sentence. Perhaps it contains the clue to a great discovery.”
Personally, I think there is nothing to it, but I keep my opinion to myself.
Then the professor takes the book and the parchment and compares them.