A small wooden sign, carved in მხედრული script, read: (Ozi).
In a small, stone-walled village high in the Caucasus Mountains, a girl named lived with her grandparents. She was known for her endless questions and her habit of staring at the swirling clouds, dreaming of the bustling streets of Tbilisi.
When they reached the , the Wizard was not a man, but an ancient, crumbling ნუცა (icon) of Saint George — hollow inside. A hidden projector played a recording of a old მესტვირე (troubadour) singing polyphonic songs.
And inside her pocket: a dry tarragon leaf, a copper bolt, and a single russet hair. The Wizard Of Oz Qartulad
One afternoon, a sudden თოვლიანი ქარი (snowy wind) roared down from Mount Kazbek. The air turned to white crystal. Tako, who had been fetching water from the spring, grabbed her family’s old felt cloak. But the wind was stronger than any დევი (demon) from her grandmother’s stories. It scooped her up, spun her past the frozen waterfalls, and dropped her— thump —into a valley where the grass was the deep green of a Georgian summer and the sky was the blue of ancient cloisonné enamel.
She threw a second bolt. The Lion, shaking, leaped in front of everyone — not with a roar, but with a terrified, high-pitched "მეშველეთ!" (Help me!). The bolt bounced off his russet mane and hit the Witch’s own foot. She shrieked, melted into a puddle of bitter ჟღაპი (vinegar), and was gone.
The Scarecrow blinked. "I do remember the cheese recipe." The Tin Soldier touched his dented chest. "It is warm." The Lion stood straighter. When they reached the , the Wizard was
"I have no heart," he said, "but my chest dented to protect Tako. Is that not… something?"
"You don't need me," the recording buzzed. "The Tarragon Scarecrow has recited every mountain pass since we left. The Tin Soldier wept rust when Tako fell. And the Lion—you charged a witch. Courage is not the absence of fear; it is fear that said 'I will go anyway.'"
Before her stood a council of strange, kind beings. First, a stuffed not with straw, but with dried ტარხუნა (tarragon leaves), his burlap head sagging sadly. "I have no mind," he whispered. "I cannot remember the recipe for შქმერული cheese." "I have no heart
So they walked the — except here, it was a path of golden თაფლი (honeycomb), sticky and sweet, winding through forests of ancient oaks draped in საჭერი (grapevines).
But the Lion nudged her. "Ozi is inside you, Tako. So is Tbilisi."
Tako, though trembling, took charge. "We will find the Wizard of Ozi. They say he lives in a castle of crystal that drips with ჭაჭა (grappa) fountains."
Next, a — no, a Tin Soldier , his body hammered from old ქვევრი (wine jar) copper. He stood frozen mid-step. "I have no heart," he clanked. "When the village children sing 'Shen Khar Venakhi,' I feel nothing."
(ოზის ჯადოქარი – ქართულად)