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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Croatian A1 Students

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Croatian A1 Students

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
i
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Na
Thecriticishewho
može
cantranslateintoanothermanner
ili
oranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Oni
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
bez
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisisafault.
Oni
Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsin
lijepa
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthese
postoji
thereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
znače
meanonlybeauty.
Thereis
ne
nosuchthingasamoral
ili
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
dobro
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
To
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCalibanseeinghisown
lice
faceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannotseeinghisown
lice
faceinaglass.
Themoral
život
lifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ali
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Noartistdesirestoprove
ništa
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
mogu
canbeproved.
Noartisthasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Nijedan
Noartistisevermorbid.
Theartist
može
canexpresseverything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
i
andvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthe
točke
pointofviewofform,thetypeof
svih
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthe
točke
pointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Sva
Allartisatoncesurface
i
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Oni
Thosewhoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
a
andnotlife,thatart
stvarno
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
o
aboutaworkofartshowsthattheworkis
novo
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccord
sa
withhimself.
Wecanforgive
je
amanformakingauseful
stvar
thingaslongashedoesnotadmireit.
The
jedini
onlyexcuseformakingauselessthingis
da
thatoneadmiresitintensely.
Sva
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
a
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecame
kroz
throughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,
ili
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottoncould
samo
justcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
i
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenof
je
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
i
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacross
na
thelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontof
na
thehugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
i
andmakinghimthinkof
one
thosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
kroz
throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconvey
na
thesenseofswiftnessandmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
kroz
throughthelongunmowngrass,
ili
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
još
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
kao
likethebourdonnoteof
je
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitof
je
ayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,andin
ispred
frontofit,somelittledistanceaway,wassittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearancesomeyears
prije
agocaused,atthetime,
takvo
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainterlookedatthegracious
i
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
je
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
i
andseemedabouttolinger
tamo
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
i
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersupon
na
thelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrain
neki
somecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
najbolje
bestwork,Basil,thebest
stvar
thingyouhaveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmustcertainly
poslati
senditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
previše
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
tamo
there,therehavebeeneithersomany
ljudi
peoplethatIhavenotbeen
mogao
abletoseethepictures,
što
whichwasdreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeen
mogao
abletoseethepeople,
što
whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
stvarno
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghis
glavu
headbackinthatodd
način
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
poslati
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
i
andlookedathiminamazement
kroz
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmoke
koji
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
dragi
dearfellow,why?
Haveyouany
razlog
reason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
Youdoanythingin
na
theworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,youseemtowanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
postoji
thereisonlyonethingin
na
theworldworsethanbeingtalked
o
about,andthatisnotbeingtalked
o
about.
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
daleko
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
i
andmaketheoldmen
prilično
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableof
bilo
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
stvarno
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihaveput
previše
toomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
i
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
ali
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
riječ
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
i
andIreallycan’tseeanyresemblance
između
betweenyou,withyourruggedstrongface
i
andyourcoal-blackhair,and
ovog
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivory
i
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou—well,of
naravno
courseyouhaveanintellectualexpressionand
sve
allthat.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
gdje
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
i
anddestroystheharmonyof
bilo
anyface.
Themomentonesitsdowntothink,onebecomesallnose,
ili
orallforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
bilo
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Kako
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,of
naravno
course,intheChurch.
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’tthink.
Je
Abishopkeepsonsayingattheageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
kad
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
i
andasanaturalconsequencehe
uvijek
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
mladi
youngfriend,whosenameyouhavenevertoldme,
ali
butwhosepicturereallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeel
prilično
quitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
uvijek
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
i
andalwayshereinsummer
kada
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotinthe
najmanje
leastlikehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
me
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
naravno
courseIamnotlikehim.
I
znam
knowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
žao
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyouthetruth.
Postoji
Thereisafatalityaboutallphysical
i
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodog
kroz
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
bolje
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Na
Theuglyandthestupid
imaju
havethebestofitin
ovom
thisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
i
andgapeattheplay.
Ako
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
barem
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
Theyliveaswe
svi
allshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,and
bez
withoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
i
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
god
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
dobar
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegods
su
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
to
thathisname?”
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishis
ime
name.
Ididn’tintendto
reći
tellittoyou.”
“But
zašto
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Kad
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inever
kažem
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
kao
likesurrenderingapartof
njih
them.
Ihavegrownto
ljubav
lovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheone
stvar
thingthatcanmakemodern
život
lifemysteriousormarvellousto
nas
us.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
ako
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Kad
WhenIleavetownnowInever
kažem
tellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
IfIdid,Iwouldlose
sve
allmypleasure.
Itisasillyhabit,Idare
reći
say,butsomehowitseemstobringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
život
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
dragi
dearBasil.
YouseemtoforgetthatIam
oženjen
married,andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatitmakesa
život
lifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
obje
bothparties.
Ineverknow
gdje
wheremywifeis,andmy
žena
wifeneverknowswhatIamdoing.
Kad
Whenwemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,
kad
whenwedineouttogether,
ili
orgodowntotheDuke’s—wetell
jedni
eachotherthemostabsurdstories
s
withthemostseriousfaces.
My
žena
wifeisverygoodatit—muchbetter,in
stvari
fact,thanIam.
Shenevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
a
andIalwaysdo.
But
kad
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemakes
ne
norowatall.
I
ponekad
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“Ihate
na
thewayyoutalkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strollingtowards
na
thedoorthatledinto
na
thegarden.
“Ibelievethatyouare
stvarno
reallyaverygoodhusband,
ali
butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
Youneversayamoral
stvar
thing,andyouneverdoawrong
stvar
thing.
Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalissimplyapose,
i
andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
i
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothegarden
zajedno
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
je
alongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
je
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
preko
overthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Nakon
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidImustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
ići
go,Iinsistonyouranswering
je
aquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“You
znaš
knowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
reći
tellyouwhatitis.
I
želim
wantyoutoexplaintome
zašto
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
želim
wanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyouthe
pravi
realreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
zato što
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
to
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightinthe
lice
face,“everyportraitthatispainted
s
withfeelingisaportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothe
koji
whoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainter
koji
who,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
razlog
reasonIwillnotexhibit
ovu
thispictureisthatIamafraid
da
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
heasked.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
ali
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhis
lice
face.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
ga
him.
“Oh,thereisreally
vrlo
verylittletotell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
razumjeti
understandit.
Perhapsyouwillhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
i
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
i
andexaminedit.
“Iam
sasvim
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
mali
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,I
mogu
canbelieveanything,providedthatitis
sasvim
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
neke
someblossomsfromthetrees,andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,movedtoandfrointhelanguid
zraku
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
a
andlikeabluethread
je
alongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecould
čuti
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
i
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryissimplythis,”saidthepainter
nakon
aftersometime.
“Twomonths
prije
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
znaš
knowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
samo
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Sa
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyoutoldme
jednom
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,
može
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Pa
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
sobi
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
i
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewaslookingat
me
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
i
andsawDorianGrayfor
na
thefirsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,Ifelt
da
thatIwasgrowingpale.
Je
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
me
me.
IknewthatIhadcome
lice
facetofacewithsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
ako
ifIallowedittodoso,itwouldabsorbmywholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnotwantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
znaš
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
uvijek
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadat
barem
leastalwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
znam
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Nešto
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeofaterriblecrisisinmylife.
Ihadastrangefeeling
da
thatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
i
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrew
bojati
afraidandturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwas
je
asortofcowardice.
Itake
ne
nocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
i
andcowardicearereallythe
iste
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
To
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
vjerujem
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
vjerujem
believeyoudoeither.
However,
god
whateverwasmymotive—andit
možda
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
vrlo
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
vrata
door.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
brzo
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisapeacockin
svemu
everythingbutbeauty,”saidLordHenry,pulling
na
thedaisytobitswithhislongnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
i
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
i
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
i
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
Ihad
samo
onlymetheroncebefore,
ali
butshetookitintoher
glavu
headtolionizeme.
I
vjerujem
believesomepictureofminehadmadea
veliki
greatsuccessatthetime,at
barem
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,
što
whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyself
lice
facetofacewiththeyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirred
me
me.